I’ve fought against my own feeling of “work ethic” all my life. Whenever I have felt that I “should” be doing a thing, I have resisted. But I still have it. …

When I know how to live I don’t remember how hard it is To get out of bed When I know how to live I’m just floating from morning to night But then there comes a day When nothing is right A day like today When I can’t even get…

Grace falls Softly with the weight of Sunlight angling through Pine woods free of people that would Fell trees from loneliness We are one and two Above and beyond In and out Here and gone I remember the future Easing the hell of this present We’ve lost tomorrow I don’t trust the future anymore We are one and two Above and beyond In and out Here and gone Time flows Material world unfolding All is one

Yesterday at the Cowboy Church Or the Jesus Church for Cowboys The Cowboy Church for Jesus That was it Though why can’t Jesus be For Cowboys When the very nice lady was writing me a check And asked the date Which I knew because it was Tax weekend And her…

So, depression. I go in and out, which is nice, because with the breath in-between I can get a feeling for what is going on, why. One thing is that there is something wrong, sure. I lost a friend. It is the general trend. Friends die, of course, and then…

If I’m heading towards infinite nothingness Then what’s the worry about pain? A fond farewell No more If I exist for all eternity Then what’s the concern? A torn fingernail on the way A character building exercise The pain of my death I think I’m in love! I will hold you And merge into everything The scent of you coming Anticipation! Twenty years of descent The approach to infinity I embrace all that you bring

As a power Timing might be all I need. First I happen to see you How did that work? Walking beside me Your friends know me from school So we say hey Then later Because I am in love I write you a note Without knowing the address It’s a beautifully clear day And when I fold an envelope Sign your name just right I take it downtown Just when I’m able No hurry And there you are Just coming out of the library I don’t have to say anything You see me Because you were looking And say Oh, my! When you read your name There on the card In my hand

The room in my mind where I find you There is soft light and an aroma of Possibilities. I am surprised by a music that tingles my upper spine and down Numbing my thoughts The light changes Or my pupils open Warmer here and there Leading me to you And beneath my awareness l want to taste again What you are My arrectores pilorum universally contract In expectation of touch Waiting there Being more alive

Dropping off the truck at a friend’s who lets us park there when we are staying somewhere that doesn’t have room for two cars, I got in the car with Barbara and said, “Let’s go home,” which is funny because we don’t have one. …