At the top of a crescent hill sits a full moon with no light.
Children are running and playing with a flashlight against the edge
where the opposite circles of each meet.
Jumping over rocks.
Feet hitting squarely under strong legs with socks falling.
Eyes clear on every next step.
Looking up only to see nightfall and how much time is left to play.
Thinking Today Is a Dangerous Business
Thinking today is a dangerous business.
Simple remembering is just ending up drunk at the end of the day.
Saying what you want is just talk.
Doing just cuz can be fun but is dumb.
No.
Thinking today is dangerous business.
Clear head with memories to remind.
Walking the talk.
Doing just cuz it's right
Yes.
Thinking today is a dangerous business.
What I see is wrong.
There are several considerations here.
Doing the best I can -- and then, under certain circumstances, even doing
away with the cuz.
Maybe.
Thinking today is a dangerous business.
Sometimes a little sipping wine to reminisce
Tell a few war stories
Buy some new shoes.
Nothing.
Thinking today is a dangerous business.
Bullshit
And fuck this old tired old poem form
and getting off into old stuff.
What does it matter?
We are catfish singing into the open waters
doing a video on a digital tape that's spinning around over and over
with an end sticking out and then --
it's cut.
But then again.
Every time that clock spins around
It's one more chance to do it right.
And then again -- sometimes not.
Fear beats death with the rock and paper hand game every time.
But we have nothing to fear but fear itself.
And that motherfucker is dead -- for a long time.
So what?
But he's right --
Fear will kill us all.
If we let it.
And it can.
No.
Thinking today is a dangerous business.
So?
I am not afraid about thinking today.
Nothing just met me.
Yes.
untitled
Pissing is better than peeing.
Pissing moves straight out in any minor league park's communal urinal
with forthright personal identity.
Peeing is just relieving and leaving some wet in your pants.