Tuesday, September 30, 2014

On This Basis

Sometimes you look out from
behind the rock to see
what’s going on.
Turns out it’s not much different.

You whiff the scent
and find it just as fine
out in this unaccustomed air
as it had been back there.

Nice, you find both fine.
It seems to me that on this basis
we can say what’s mine is yours,
what’s yours is mine.


Monday, September 29, 2014


Confidences aren’t always welcome.
Perturbing and disturbing information --

intimations, inclinations guessed at
and put forward as if someone knew

that they were true –
all poured into you –

can mean there isn’t anything to do
but tell the idiot to blow it out his flue.


Sunday, September 28, 2014

We Don't Think We Can Stand It

We’re reminded we’re alive again!
We don’t think we can stand it.
The soul-quake of it overwhelms.
Oh God, please God: remand it! --

block it out and lock it up
away from everything --
until we lose this constant urge
to shock and shout and sing!