triangulation

the error simple - easily fixed

If that is what was needed - it 

Is not - it is deeper - a splinter 

An encumbrance so large - we 

Can only smile and slide by - it’s trust 

The elusive choking of reality 

I can’t trust you - too many slips

You won’t trust me - too many 

Doppelgängers - I don’t even 

Know who I am supposed to be 

How or what to be 

Didn’t you like me at first - then 

Not so much then a bit more then 

A bit less - so many me(s) like cats 

At night trying to find just the right

Spot - curled up on your chest 

It would be so easy a fix 

If you could be fixed and I could stay fixed 

anti-realist

The exercise of intellect perhaps better is an exercise

One where I learn space - a cat knows and I have a few 

Stretches - a sleeping pattern. A draft perhaps of existence 

I want time both to stop and go at the speed of light 

To end and endure the pattern of of my life 

It’s nice 

It’s quiet 

Then it’s horror - how did life ever go so wrong 

15 years 

And counting 

Moments of extreme 

Amazement - purpose - drops of love 

There’s no intellect 

In knowing time 

Is not a friend 

Uakti

hmmmm - is that enough

Last yr this time - the same 

Perhaps next year - we can 

Set aside a day - touch base 

See where it all went wrong 

Redline it - yes - we would say 

Here, in this line I read this 

But what you meant was that 

Damm the this and that - instead 

I think I’ll learn to play the flute 

Or the piano - I keep thinking to 

Why not now? I have little more 

Than time - I plan to sleep & play 

Take a trip or two - then sleep again 

Teach a bit to the boy - a lot to the girl 

She’ll be going soon - even if only by 

Age - she won’t be a girl - it is good

Then perhaps when she’s gone and the boy 

Learns a bit more - I’ll play the flute - reach out 

And learn the piano 

How‘bout it 

                  -  is that enough 

ontology

so i will end this night with a thought of you - 

a west wind 

how - at night you sleep with (is it?) eight dogs or just one? 

and no cats? i have all the cats -

they have gathered around me 

a circle of protection - perhaps. 

the smallest one 

the black one 

the one you 

left by my 

side 

the other orange 

above the white fluff 

each asleep 

as i sit 

deep in thought 

about wishes and djinn 

a story really - streaming 

what would my third wish be 

could i be as strong as i wish i was

                                  -  what is it that we wish 

longing

steal them all - 

they are not yours 

they are words created by me. 

etched by me, dribbled out by me 

steal them all - i'll make more 

if you ever stop and think 

then create - no more 

taking what is not yours 

like a man who sleeps with another who is not his 

like a woman who sleeps with another who is not hers 

we each have been with 

words and without - we each 

have stolen what is not ours 

so no more stealing. sit in your silence and write 

the words will come - the scent 

will reach you and from each finger 

letters will flow - a simple task 

found in silence 

djinn

to be an artist 

demands a liberation 

few can ever master 

a freedom of the transmission 

that destroy the djinn 

that grants three wishes 

i wonder what my third 

would be? my first is simple - it is to my children 

to live in this world as part of this world - no fears, no hate, all love 

riches to help the world and keep them safe, alive 

to the beauty of art - accepted and in peace 

a long wish indeed but with a djinn 

                                                     - a wish must either be simple 

or skilled in the telling - that is a simple 

wish made in love 

the second - now that is a hard one because for those who we love 

we can only wish love and a mother has little choice but to love 

so the second must be thought out - a rich and generous lover? perhaps 

- riches? how much? endless margaritas at the beach and a well charged phone? is 

that enough? cats?? enough for a musical perhaps - with a speaking part? 

the second would deal with existence - perhaps knowledge 

so i can understand equations and math and physics - all in all to improve 

my poetry. perhaps it will be my poetry - to be a grand old poet 

but if i wish it then is it real? is it art? if i wish it - still my second 

wish would deal with existence, a livelihood to ease the third part 

of my life. 

and so for the third? what would my third wish reach for - it can't be 

never ending existence - that is part of the rules - and all in all who 

would ever want such frivolousness - to see those you love pass away 

countless and countless of deaths. it would make good poetry but a bad 

life - the third wish is the hardest - perhaps that is why cats only have 9 

lives - a tenth would be too much 

xenolith

A Macintosh in Hong Kong

Could it possible be you? Another 

College perhaps? Another cultural 

Absorption? Part of me thinks you 

Dead - awaiting me across the bridge 

Sweater in hand - I hear it is cold 

There even though the sun shines 

Is the lemonade at least tolerable ? A glass 

Will suffice - to tell the end of my 

Tale - a deep blue, a sky blue, hazel 

The color of wings on a bird - lost 

In the abyss - see perhaps only half 

A glass is needed - then you can tell 

Me yours - and show me the color of 

The new couch