A vision of something simple--
or a day that might end.
Or might not.
A lofty stratosphere.
Is that redundant?
Might end ...
Probability and a can of tuna fish.
Slow down! No dust!
Rent is due,
but last month felt like it was
only three days!
I shaved today;
the plants outside need water
To-do lists need to be disciplined;
add a task, turn around, take a breath,
and turn back:
you've got ten more to deal with!
I exist to shade,
to cut verbiage like grass,
to throw more on the dry earth
like some perplexed Johnny Appleseed.
Instead of wandering,
Quote After Christianity,
wonder how the pain in my hip was started,
maybe watch the afternoon cloud over and the sun
gracefully bow westward off the gray-curtained stage.
Coffee, tuna fish sandwiches, The Last of Us.
How would Blake handle Infected,
or runners, or the cold, grimy cement of empty materialism?
No, I didn't quote the Greeks,
and I don't have a degree in English Lit from
Big Sweaty U.
Inaction and immorality spring most often
from angry erudition.
I'd much rather pop the top on a beer
and take a nap.