October 26

I thought I’d write something new

on this fine, cool and sunny October morning.

I’ll make it a good one.

It’ll be about the Sun and the light

and the common atmospheres of a planet or two.

I’ll poem the shit outta this new one,––

adjectives all over the place.

long sentences on their way to closure

like a fast train with an all too certain beginning.—

I’m sitting at a window seat watching the landscape go by.

there go the woods! there goes a town, then another.

there goes a lunatic committing a crime against his neighborhood.

there go the sins of the world making way for newer sins of the world.

there goes someone's history and the loves lost who occupied it.

It’ll be a fast train with thick blue tracks like a grandfather's veins

and a translucent glaze like a grandmother’s skin.

there's a crossing ahead laid-bare 'neath the moonlight.

all aboard!

  

                   when industry is the answer

I sometimes struggle to cobble words

in order to maintain a disciplined line.

this may be due to the commonness of the "mind's eye".

the line seems to lose its momentum. 

during the winter months, the atmosphere from the balcony

resembles the atmosphere of the "Ashcan School"

in that it was never intended to be pretty.

I should tend to my own affairs.

It wouldn’t hurt if I became a little more

at one with the atmosphere or it a little more at one with me.

                   to the guy who doesn’t like me

look at it this way:

I don’t live in your house.

I live in my house.

you live differently than I do.

I’m not saying that’s bad.

I’m not saying that’s good.

I’m not feeling sorry

for you or for me.

these are our own circumstances.

your walls hang different pictures.

your mantle is strange to me;

like another planet filled with

otherworldly beings.

you know these people.

you’ve loved them, too.

I struggle to maintain long sentences.

they seem to lose their momentum.

I question every comma.

If I was a comma I’d be homeless.

I like what you’ve done with the place.

the view from the window

resembles the “Ashcan School”.

remember those guys?

I should clean-up.

I should vacuum the rugs.

I should mind my own business.

you should be more like me.