Letter from Thisapolis

Verse 1
The dancing space-cadet
is in the drivers seat now. 
Sure, one may think
  the world was never
  For these things,
But who ever said that the world knew what was best for it, anyway?

Verse 2
My love
dead or missing is
now telling me things
    about
  the heart of the life
  the work that never
Never 
  came close to being true. 

Verse 3
What's up? 
have the drafts piled up
preventing your eyes from seeing the screen? 
Not me,
I am
as blind
as I
could be. 
You can stay behind if the concrete has become too rocky. 
Y'all should see me this time of year. 

Verse 4
Ding-Dong. 
I looked at Ty Cobb in amazement tonight. 
He still is in a bag,
smells like a cigarette smoked ninety years
-- before I was born. 
I could sell you a pool table
if you only danced on it for the time being. 

Verse 5
There is a man who I look at
who rules this sea-town in a plain white shirt
and a hat. 
His mustache looks like a mustache,
but he is wearing that hat. 

Verse 6
He looked at me
so hard I was forced off the
brink sidewalk for
The one city block. 

Verse 7
The two,
who ever they might be,
will be only two. 
Not because of a metaphor, and
not because I want you to learn a lesson.
These two
are two
because being stuck in a
bomb shelter
fifty years is a terrible way to be alone.
Can you see that? 
Fifty years. 

Verse 8
In dreams about buildings that house
more pornography
and family members
and buffet food—
I don’t care to remember. 
Birds prevented me from
leaving by climbing,
and the editors in the lobby don't understand why I am reading these books.
So what
(they say)
if I know why she had to drown.
The re-fridge-era-tor was there already

Where was Dotel?

Verse 1
I was walking on the bleak
red,
read-brick,
looked up and
saw a half-dozen angels sitting on Greek stones
waiting for God to rush in from his
cloud to give life to Adam. 
I can no longer
     up on cloudy days, can I?

Verse 2
I am happy to see
God has a crowd, tho'.

Verse 3
Two women in my day-life
are waiting for their buns to mature.
I want to top that—
I am getting hitched!
Wanted: Woman who laughs easily and is not interested in pre-nuptual agreements. 
Hell, I think I will be
breaking down
doors all over town. 

Verse 4
Betty is the queen of them all. 
She has five lights and two headlights

Verse 5
Her doors
don’t
all work in harmony.

but who's ever do.

Two eyes, four moons

Verse 1
You told me
the industry is stealing your ideas...
maybe they are
reading your thoughts?
You did
    not think     of    that-

Verse 2
A being ,
the ability to see within
           my sight, you know. 

Verse 3
Who ever understood
why philosophers are   so inspirational. 
Who cares, anyway?
that's what politics is for
– so the nice-mice people
can take care of the world,
protect it from cold
money handlers like yourself.
I swear I heard someone say that before. 

Verse 4
I saw  through
the mist  (our mist)
of mid-day Maryland.
I saw the four
revolving,
evolving,
dissolving moons  in plain sight. 
One named for me,
one named for the lord,
and the other two
yet to be named
as they are yet unnoticed.

Verse 5
I think that my creativity
is helped by my personal blindness. 
(Holmes the cat likes chili?  who thinks about that?) 
I live in constant fear of my own personal enlightenment. 
Think about it. 
--Clarity leaves one with only the
plank (flank) blank-
slate we call eternity
and with the knowing
and the seeing
I cannot be sure that my
(human) expressionism
will thrive as it does
in its half-lit confusion. 
Can you see. 
The closer I come to the pure forever,
the closer I am to being pathetic and plain. 
So I must raise a glass
to confusion,
and say a prayer for CNBC. 
May they live in my heart
my retinas for the next three weeks. 
(Then they can go.) 

I need enlightenment to shop for Christmas.