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POEM IS WAITING FOR ME

POEM IS WAITING FOR ME

poem
is waiting for me

but I am not there
pen and
paper crying out

but no words, no letters,
nothing there
on the page
to remain
    unread

to add nothing,
exactly nothing

maybe
I should tell the poem
to switch itself
to go
automatic pilot

where I
feel that
there is nothing
to say, 
   no place to
start

poem can write itself
fill the page with
brilliance or
nonsense
whatever it feels
on the whim
of the moment
whatever it
    absolutely has
to say
   express from
its core, its heart,
plunder from the depths

find
   a truth to explore
simply
fill the page with

add
   its piece

to all that has
      been written, revered
and so much talked about

HOMELESS

HOMELESS

homeless
a liability

writing
dark, empty,
self-pitying poems

not
   my usual style
not my
best voice at all

and yet
still I think I commandeer
a huge expanse
own a slice
of this planet, a
piece of everything

was forged in the unbelievable
heat of a star

too precious
to fail so abysmally

SAVED

SAVED

all those books burning
in that same library.
where before
things got messed
we used to chat
and I caught sight
of you once
strutting your stuff
in a giant white stetson

all those books
we both used
to read
    much oneupmanship
between us
for some sad reason

and we exchanging words
at a distance about this tragedy

but there
I am before I ever met you
outside such a storm
creeping across the mountain
the rain slashing down
across
the entire peninsula

me immersed in the Upanishads
reading the great text
on the return
       of the soul to the one
like drop into ocean

we
all one

and you my
forever one
though nothing close
to union

ever between us

somehow
that fire in my heart
always burning
consuming
      never going out