new poem alert

i have written a new poem

it is somehow soon to follow

double layer haiku

as I become familiar

with the environment

I lose distance

and perspective

becomes the objective

trees not so tall

A tree’s not so tall

When you’re falling

Took a long time to climb

Like a game children play

It takes no time to

Start over again

2/3 haiku

what i know

is limited by

what i don’t

richard serra pt II

Found “Shift” in a field

Commissioned forty years ago

Standing lonely like a

Cement zig-zag in the plowed earth

A passing pregnant woman unimpressed

By man’s rigid commentary

On life-giving curves

That I am somehow for to blame

the ruminarium

what is the lifespan of an idea

how does it take shape

form into a trend

or wither into forgetfulness

how does something take hold

is brought to the fore

becomes a lifestyle – a regime

or is left on the slag-heap of lies

do things achieve a biological apex

and then explode into nothingness

like a politician’s pants

or is it all just a dream

with moments of waking

and tasty things to eat

stranger in the house

design in architecture

or in signs

is fine

on ordinary

What is ordinary

The everyday – the mundane

The tried and true

The sold to you

The shared experience of society

The acceptable level of discomfort

Unexceptional walking pace pain

Unbearable boredom punctuated

By screaming jags

And hurtled shards of shame

up in the air

if there was a way

to replace

the mechanic

they would

.    .    .

they have replaced

the pilot

or as much

as they could

us and them

All I wanted for my birthday

Was a day without the words

Me, I or Mine.

I didn’t even get past the request.