now that i'm here, it's been a year

who measures time counts the days
the islands of life transitions
progress or regress by standing still
accounting laurels recognitions
counting words in literature
like money in the bank
possessions in the home
bottles of wine we drank
number of loves or lovers
days you get up and do it over
mornings you stay in bed
crises when you're rudely interrupted
and back in the saddle again.

now that i'm here, it's been a year
twelve thousand miles uncovered
back for the flood to clean up the mud
off to Japan despite Suzanne
New York half-summer, couldn't be dumber
up to Albany, Newington, Quebec
people i love and will never forget
sought Duquene in the Pitt of the burger
sweet Intercourse Amish crossing
down in the dungeon the home i'm divorcing
smoking an ounce, eating, not flossing
teaching dear children is my pleasure
reading and writing at my leasure
loving Leona timeless, priceless
who measures time?
goodbye to the thankless

10-14-13