Published on: 5/19/2010
A World of Good

I need to wake up earlier
It would do me a world of good
Last night I didn't sleep at all
And by one in the afternoon I was bored
So I went downstairs and sat on the porch
The light was just right
It was coming over the rooftops
I sat there with a cup of coffee and a cigarette
For ten minutes or so
And I think I'd like to do that every day
Usually I stay up late and sleep till four
And while there are many other things
I am frequently told to do
Sitting in that sunlight
Is better than saving money
Or learning to eat right
In fact
I think it deserves prior attention
You may not know my meanings otherwise
Perhaps no one will read these poems
Death may come early or
As an even less pleasant surprise
Life may be very long
These secrets may exhaust me
Until they are
At last and completely forgotten
And the batteries empty their yellow juice
And the sink fills with dirty cups
And a rolling wind breaks the high green hill
But I will relax in the light

Published on: 2/11/2010
The Whirling Worlds

The neighbours were noisy
They woke me up early
I went down the street
To the coffee house

The whirling worlds of night
Were hidden by
The blue atmosphere of day
But they still
Sent out their messages
Which I received fragmentally

Two girls sat
Facing each other on a bench by a birch tree
I ordered a coffee and sat
Nearby

They leaned in to laugh
And leaned back to laugh harder
Talk to them, a message indicated
Say something funny

The girls stood up
And unlocked their bicycles from the birch tree

I stayed

A while longer

Evening came
The messages grew stronger
And the hours of disintegration
Were upon us