''Folly''
some strange order
1.
Sleeping off the heavy yoke,
of wine beneath a sober Oak.
Sleeping late and days would pass,
the end is all that ever lasts.
He will.
In his own way,
in his own words,
in his own time.
Would you make an enemy of the Sun
and Moon and Stars?
2.
With all that rises,
all that reaches,
all that reigns.
With all that recedes,
all that declines,
and all that remains.
Suddenly the cold returns,
rallying strength,
March is reclaimed!
Staring at uneven wooden boards swollen from rain,
leaves, and wet bark, left darker, slowly drying in the cold morning air.
Wait, it's almost noon and the Sun has yet to intervene.
Sitting on some wicker throne,
surrounded by sycophant cats and loyal dogs,
watching the birds collecting the bread,
all scattered about on the ground.
3.
Encore.
I was moved by the piercing point,
where armor failed-
and poison was carried swiftly, violently, into the blood.
Beset by countless ironies,
and blackened souls, still stirring,
still trying, in spite of everything, to live.
Wounded and whining,
I waxed and I waned,
I laid down flat on my face.
Drawing conclusions on stolen canvas,
keeps me awake some nights.
When the loveliest parts of your life are behind you,
and you see then how rare they are-
will you then recall the days and the nights in youthful play,
with your lover and your enemy?
4.
On the 5Th of March I sat,
legs crossed neatly,
thinking of how I spent my time,
the energy squandered-
scattered about in ''some strange order''.
Even what I took, I took for granted
Coming twice full circle!
And that spirit once so dear,
does not even remember me.
Will not speak, or make crude gestures,
no signal,
I receive no word.
5.
Look at the urgency of the evening,
goes somehow unrushed, totally present.
Look at the urgency of the storm,
and the rain as it falls.
Look at the Sun, and all the shapes and all their shadows,
all cast here and there...see how they never hesitate.
What you can see with your naked eye:
Stars, as pinpoints, light years away,
and the purple patches of spring summoned flowers,
rich lavender*, early!.
The complex colony of ants and other insects,
The migration of great flocks of birds.
The world is in no hurry-yet we hurry it along.
Look at your breath as you walk outside,
on a cold, cold night-
Sky clear,
everything right where it should be.
6.
I drank the last of the whiskey and the rum,
as the clouds gathered in dark patches.
I sat the empty bottles on the ground,
and watched as they filled up with rain.
I must have smoked a thousand cigarettes,
and filled a thousand notebooks.
Shape and reshape the story,
again and again,
still not ready,
I am still not prepared.
March crept in and nobody noticed February leaving,
going unmissed.
Days pass and I cant account for the time.
7.
Will you let me stay a while?
Will you stay the night?
Ive watched you sleeping by the light of the TV,
your head on my chest,
your hair hanging in golden threads.
They will surely wake us in the morning...
8.
Dreams so long and dense that they can hardly be called 'dreams'.
Where logic alone fails,
where there is penetrating darkness,
and things are truly hidden-
-that is a garden!
*I walk backwards slowly and slowly backwards*,
for what seemed an eternity (perhaps it was),
to a pool of water a strange,
no, the strangest color blue.
Then concentration defeated by a phone call.
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