Sunday, September 26, 2010

RE: New

[i read somewhere about an anthology of end poems.......hopefully nowhere near that but it does enter into the conversation, dont it]

Part B

I just can’t believe

if ever the thought

you don’t know how

you have no idea


you couldn’t possibly

Not much thrown up over a life


time to look back and realize


nothing gained for lack of

trying just substitutes sweat for grit

who needs that either

Just coming to terms with all

that time wasted

here sits one pumped out

hole in the spirit

life trudging across

across me like three times twenty

or some such mathomatical


but don’t now no don’t ask

Why it matters

it matters

not just because

but just

and all solutions rendered seem

pointless at least

and dull now posted

Take all of this


if it is a moldy joke

just gather up and walk away

before I have to write


What’s more


dreams don’t matter

no more

just one after another

looking for a way out

of one more too tight


that is what is left

Saving the best

for last

aint like what

I made it




[resting in the pits at lake afton raceway as crew for River City Race Team, 1968]

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