Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Neither Here Nor There


Before they come to bleach my bones,
let’s talk about
a few things less pretty.


After all, there is more beauty
in the carefully folded stems of discarded daisy chains
and empty chairs at restaurant tables
than I had previously thought.


I wonder if he could have imagined those things,
kicking the dust from his sandals
before he had his future figured
as a martyr.


But maybe that’s neither here nor there.


Now that that’s out of the way, we can talk about my ego.
The asshole likes to walk around in public
in his trendy clothes
and spout clever clichés
like, “That’s neither here nor there.”


He is a fool and a braggart
but I can’t deny that sometimes
he’s good company.

So where were we?
Ah, yes, all that ugliness.
You see, there is nothing that is truly
neither here nor there.


So where were we?
Ah, clever clichés.
You see, all wise men know that they know nothing,
and that we always have more to learn.
Maybe that’s why there’s no perfect human teacher.
Maybe the truly wise don’t teach.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

The morning after the rant.

A friend of mine referrred me to a talk that John Cleese gave on his method to be creative: foremost among his tips were allowing oneself time and space for your mind to rest up against a problem.  Now that I have some time and space, I thought I was lacking a problem.  But no- even in the midst of what was supposed to be a celebration last night, I found myself completely angry at the world.  And myself.  I realized I have not only strayed from the path of the light- I'm not sure I was ever really on it.  It's just a path.  I have no idea where it leads.  And as time went on, my eyes drifted from my surroundings and just looked down at my feet.  I have forgotten how to properly live in this place.  I have forgotten all spirit.  But it's a place to start- and now, for the first time in a long time, I have some time and space.

Friday, May 11, 2012

I tend to look at myself before I look at others when things are out of place. But as I look around, I realize, it's a trait that may be lacking lately.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Progress

The fields where we played as children are now
shining new
suburban subdivisions.

But where are all the fields?

Thursday, May 3, 2012

All in


make sure

you build

that house

with windows

and doors

that open

wide as time,

and let them in.

let them

all in.