[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
idear
you couldn’t possibly
Not much thrown up over a life
time
time to look back and realize
that
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
possibility
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
please
if it is a moldy joke
just gather up and walk away
before I have to write
more
What’s more
this
dreams don’t matter
no more
just one after another
looking for a way out
of one more too tight
space
that is what is left
Saving the best
for last
aint like what
I made it
up
to
be.
[resting in the pits at lake afton raceway as crew for River City Race Team, 1968]
Sunday, September 26, 2010
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