Writing

Some of my latest writing ...

• this big Saturday

  at last, the rain, and it comes down heavy
  this hot air, balloon summer, humid and sulky
  I stood around outside for two hours just looking, shuffling,
  spitting sunflower nutshells on my tombstone sidewalk

  thinking of driving my motorcycle out to the farm tonight
  out to where my wife and kids have been, thinking of
  taking ‘em into town for the street dance

  down here in this basement, smoking a cigarette, I hear that
  train whistle blow again, for about the thirteenth time today,
  this big Saturday, full of nothing

  I untie my shoes, loosen the laces, pull ‘em off,
  toss ‘em to the middle of the floor
  I suppose the neighbor will be by sometime shortly,
  suggesting we boil a pot of his fancy tea
  I decide to scrape the pipe once again, smoke another bowl of
  soot viagra

• having given up

  my whole world is so scattered
  the basement and the attic
  the air has changed, my office is
  a war zone, and more than ever
  I’ve been picking my nose

  I still drink cold coffee,
  though I’ve decided to give up smoking
  at least until the new year
  that starts next week

  I stare in out to nothing
  at the floor, ’round the room,
  out the window for three hours
  waiting for someone, something
  to come and start me flowing
  once again

  I’ve wanted to get back to reading, I’ve
  known that I’ve stopped reading, my life
  has sunken and dedynamicized to a solemn
  sleeping stagnation, and it’s overly bored
  and boring, writhing illishly before the tv