Whay

Night
inside me
stirs sublime
past lives,

is it past pain
driving memories
or memory
motivating nostalgia?

Impermanent
as is the earth and sun
I slowly age,
waiting for something

hoping feels good
allowing myself to hope.

Deny yourself not the joys of hope! I think
enjoying the stars and the chill
of the sudden southern cold
wondering whether to live in the moment,
future, or past.

Thank you night sky
for your assistance.

To: Papa Shooter

Hows life in Brown Town?

Is it full of frowns
or dancing clowns.
Is it all yesterdays and grim
or futures full, nice tits and slim?

Have the back woods slime bags come for you yet?
Have the purveyors of plastic shit forced your bets?
Or have you sustained a pattern of boldness
Kindness, happiness, never-grow-oldness?

But don't sweat monkey men, our steady steaming shit
is natural sons and daughters fat, so eat your fill of it
fill your bellies on feces fresh and fill your kids' plates too
for all be told; eating shit is better than shit eating you.

Booze Part II

Got all drunk
tired stumbling
barely could walk
some assholes wanted to

throw down
so I killed them with
a small knife
I keep with me.

What really happened
was some of my buddies
who smelled like shit
vomit and beer and coffee

pushed me to the rear
while the guys who started
called the cops.

Excellent Reading.

I heard this question posed in a class:

What is more important the book itself or the review?

Robert Creeley Review/History. Good Read!

I's Sorry Self.

I's sorry self
for letting
fade you

for giving up you
especially in your
worst time of need

when youd have me
being all of what
I would hate for you

you see I jus' can't
jus' couldn't
be what youd have me be

so get yo' greedy
mean vain ass
out my head!