Exodus

One day
We will all quit our jobs
We will live in the idleness of serenity
Sipping nectars
Fumbling to understand
The desires
And imaginings left by our former selves
The dreams
Guarded
Hoarded
Protected by our naivety
Our ignorance of the structure of survival
Evaporating before our eyes
In the sun of new dawns
These screams will become Manifestos
Truths we repeat
In our silent moments
Purging
The debris, the much, the filth
Digging our way out
Surfacing
In the
One day

When we have all quit our jobs

And are living on stolen time

When we will forget our former selves.

Reality is Hard to get Back Into

Wine glasses with rings
Telling time
The days
These weeks
Stagnant
Handbooks
Chemistry and Physics
Laid out
A plan
And a disaster
Heavy words
Lightly thrown
Without the reality
And weight of reason
Cast out
Into the wasteland
Waste land
Hung up
On the taciturn
The reticent tales
That go by
So slowly.

Walt and I are Sitting at a Bar

Earth
My earth
Of limp dawns
Of wide
And vast
Futures and loves
Of moments unseen
Intimate and vivid
Beyond the metaphysics of books
And my spirit
Voyages past your shores
To the images of that which I will never reach
Conceiving
Of the buds of gloom
That will break in festivals
Encompassing
Happiness
Pausing in search
Of the earth
My earth