the only thing 

I'll miss is

the world that 

came before me 

Falling Asleep

 

am I being patient

I dreamed

I was a bird

that couldn’t fly

children seem always about to cry

In Manarola

in that turquoise sea

I floated weightless

and forgot to breath

now I can see more

than what is there

I’m comfortable nowhere

not even asleep

30/6/2005

 

All life is alive and here and continues sun plucks fire from the deepest cold soul sleepy with indecision everywhere is talk in a tower of broken languages the everyday filth of humanity blown by the breeze and the seeds of every plant dying to live there are only beginnings music shifts the afternoon from the din of trams and bicycle bells and the peasant German transparent English still conspires conquest like a wounded admiral anethsatized with a loyalty few could feign anonymity plagues the ego as if anything humans could create is important leaves are born from branches shade is shadows we’ve obstructed the light to balance our potentials and failures so easily embarrassed and given way to police uniforms power confused by morality’s denotation it’s better to sleep than to wander for poetry drowned in dreams there is only laughing and crying true nature buried in the constant flux of thought too near the surface of the skull it escapes through the eyes and mouths what promise could perpetuate this species which for the first time discovers the ignorance it lives children who frighten their parents into guilt of them being born

You my father I must be far away

you wished us better things

cursed yourself with children

remembered we saw Jesus

on the Appalachian trail

taught me to laugh as you laughed

1 January 2025

I'm cold

but

I'm sweating 

 

Jeff’s in Amsterdam

Al’s in Portugal

I’m in France

dark early 

Christ they say

was born thousands

of years ago

so we drink

and eat too much

 

I know this road

but driving in this fog

anything could happen