muse in the matter

you are some thing i do
intuitively / some thing i don't wish to
dwell on


you flow from the brain to finger tips
on to the page

you are my poem

i have no control / no say in the matter
really /




late nite i sit late hours
sick / st.ill / a bastard of a flu
head a block of congestion / nose & lips raw
from drips & wipes

foggy / every thing seems
just slightly out of kitlter / odd things
precipitate / room @ a slight angle

wore me out on the bed springs / danced up side
down / there is / was / no mercy when the cross
came down / a bolt of light / white lightening
& oh my head was thick then / awaken ing of


some times / late nite / most nites
i wake up / wander the house / piss / look for sugar
smoke cigarettes / wash my hands & crawl back in to
that 7 X 7 peice of space we inhabit / short hours through
some time after midnight / before 5 am / sweat / snore
clutching our pillows / / we fall a sleep with the tv on

wake up to the blue chatter of women's voices selling
selling / to some one like me / except i'm sleeping not
buying / i'm waking up & turning off the tv
& what is it with tv @ 4 in the morning / dull drone of
voices / ah so kind to fall asleep to the din / blah out on
technology / / where is my white noise
where is the thunder / c



& the joy of sun light this morning / sit on the back steps
face south / ah the sun so much higher in the sky / even now
7 weeks past winter solstice / finally / day light past 5 pm


the sky is majesticly clear to night / all stars bright
blink / air cold with february / st.ill no snow / to warm