My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.


the offer

we offer every bit of advice
we can
to those that
we love

as if it mattered
to them

stammering the breath fails
to convey anything
from a cold hard corpse
to the top of a mountain
many simple summits
and moments to mount
don't wait until
they cheer and jeer
‘he’s over the hill’

or almost all at once
it might seem
as if it was
a plan
laid years in advance

as if the ticking of the heart
was not enough to
someone hands you a watch
to see the bits and pieces flow through
like grains, like wheaties
and of course the shape
of young las
may still turn the head
but coming form this path
this past
this point
this view
I might as well be dead
And gone
Or dead and
and left on
maybe I should
row more
or hit more
fill more
fill more forms

entering the state of the union
in the middle
of filling out your address
for the hundredth time
only to realize that you moved last week
to somewhere you don’t even remember
like a moment pictured from your child hood
that only stories from the oldies station
can tune in on a clear day
and we form ourselves around them

as if when young
we had payed attention to the political debates
that raged above our heads
who can say what else
might still happen


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