funny how /
every moment of
every day / is
a poem
some thing that can't be
won't be / translated to
this / this piece of paper
as if a box could be paper
as if / laying in the tub / staring @
the sky / thru open windows / could
some how / be / cathartic
how does one translate the blue
of dusk / that funny colour of the air
when does the dry ground of early spring
be come / a poem / / /
it can't /
all ways / the perfect words show up
when there is no where to re cord them
yes / come to me / only to be for got ten
yes / come to me / when the hour has
changed for ward / & the day lightens & lifts
this is when / my heart skips /
this is when / i plan my fate
when i hash out the pains / the re members
when i can't think / for the think ing
& it is late again
this day of 1 less hour / this day
of / my legs are aching a gain
can you feel the dull ness
& what is it a bout / putting words
in to perspective / a bout words making sense
or no sense @ all / words that are empty
there is no mean ing / simply / only /
hope /
a clarity that can't be found / a worry
that is /
constant
so i smoke to kill
& the clock tics / later
to day / i rake / i trim / & sweep
out doors is such a big place to clean
