Stoned bathroom poems 2015
[From time to bleary time]
From time to bleary time
I throw open the windows
to let in the rain
and disperse the odor
or decrepit smiles.
It is not quite like bad-juju mountain
but a certain quality of the air is the same
and I can feel the neighbors
and their pensive eyes.
The cold light of relative sobriety
It is like looking inward
and seeing nothing
but a stranger's laughing dada,
hexed, hazed and crazy,
begging I unlock the door.
but there is no stranger
and I have no key
and the gusts are a welcome reminder
of avenues extinct
and new.
I did not steal our creeping flowers
Unrealities
glister in the fog
vexed by their stoney purpose
but perilous, and true
[From time to bleary time]
From time to bleary time
I throw open the windows
to let in the rain
and disperse the odor
or decrepit smiles.
It is not quite like bad-juju mountain
but a certain quality of the air is the same
and I can feel the neighbors
and their pensive eyes.
The cold light of relative sobriety
It is like looking inward
and seeing nothing
but a stranger's laughing dada,
hexed, hazed and crazy,
begging I unlock the door.
but there is no stranger
and I have no key
and the gusts are a welcome reminder
of avenues extinct
and new.
I did not steal our creeping flowers
Unrealities
glister in the fog
vexed by their stoney purpose
but perilous, and true
