You’d think
Working in a kitchen
I’d eat all the time
Or at least get something to eat
But I forget
All the time.
Category: New Poems: workings and beginnings.
Guitar
well the thought has sprouted
a pecan seedling
roots beginning to sink deep
the thought spreads through the brain
neurons firing
everyday i think about her.
i can’t stop
the notes echo
about my fingers
I think about her body
as she rests upon my chest.
My fingers strumming her
making her sing.
a beautiful red hallow body old epi
i got at a pawn shop
for fifty buckets
i had to totally rebuild her
lost her years later to a pawn shop
A Wonder why
I wonder why a lot of times
When I was younger
I’d wonder why
And try to figure out the why.
I wasted a lot of time
Figuring nothing out.
I’m old enough now
To let a wonder why.
Be and just stay
A wonder why.
(Have to choose
which why
To wonder on.)
Notes on today 17may18
Strange day
A lot of cuts today
Not just me.
Mine was quick early
And still hasn’t stopped bleeding.
It wasn’t a large one.
But as chef said
‘You bleed a lot anyway.’
‘Yeah, I replied. But bleeding cleans out the wound. I don’t get much infections.’
Three other people cut themselves
But all here nicks.
There was an off campus function
At a Jewish movie thingies.
I went to it a few years back.
It was cold that time
Cause I wore my east German wall guard coat.
No at work has forgotten that.
They bring it up every year.
They call it a Nazi coat.
But every year
I have to remind them
It’s Soviet.
It rained all night.
Court
a line
that hovered on one wall,
went to the end
and then came back around
on the other wise.
three hours of thinking
of how if only I had not
followed those other two cars.
but
as I watch
the people in the court.
not the ones with the traffic tickets
but the ones who had to do this everyday.
I thought of a book.
something about always
having a towel.
the Vogon,
and so long and thanks for all the fish.
I felt sorry for those people.
there was a focus on repetitiveness.
it was a nightmare for me
just being there for a few hours.
think of them
for days,
moths,
years.
[to be thought about more later on]
Smyon-Pa 