winding river, never straight straying from the big debate at the motor humming factory that does not use your energy just pours into and weakens the river the next eventuality around the bend will reach me like a dear old friend revelry snaps ham radio's waves a dinner for the Jewish slave i will snorkle shallow, scuba deep by vermillion cliffs of Page made deep the trough gets worn down, rivers seep like the moaning at open microphones zoned for fossils' broken bones at home in red room all alone as Crusoe, Fogg, and Polo do Friday, Passepartout, Nicolo & Maffeo are you a journey unmeasurable in distance or time meant not gold or spices or elephant worth fines levied against me to be on my way on my way like the rivers that people all pass a doer, a giver, a home, and a lass the shore lined with circuses the onions many surfaces by living have i done to deserve this so wind, you Han River, onward wind please to us be gentle and kind though squeezed by sooty motor roads and channeled by heavy overloads thy will be done, as it is, like heaven 11-22-14
in honor of today's fresh air ride the Han without a mask drink the oxygen in let the wind seethe around my knees
with respect to rare stars seen at night look forthrightly though opened eyes the dark blue contrasted with twinkling bright sore vision's remarkable sight not squint and rub
even bursts of burning hay in the azure blown away trash of Buddha ash dissolved skyward silky streaks of soot in pants of heaven pockets the Han in khakis slipping away stops to reconsider in irreversible streams in dreams it seems then blue skies turn to gray leaves on distant mountain trees i'm petrified to look are gone again before the dawn sharpness being not the norm once was there once more 11-16-14
my good life has a lot to do with yours if it is not your period or the coffee brewed then it must be you making me bitter i see your friend in Hokkaido vacationing with her husband when you couldn't book us a room, you said yet you made plans to visit Tokyo without me you dressed like it was cleaning day to see a free outdoor concert and wore the same costume for the Halloween party afterwards without clear plans or directions you scoff at my suggestion for a snack but stop at a night market on the way without a map for getting back there's cigarette smoke in the night club you're bothered by it and then instead of doing your part to make it smart find it better to do nothing again noise i made chasing the cat off the tree woke you up from your sleep was more annoying to you than the cat was to me your midnight was noon in an e-mail you wrote with our daughter cold in an unheated furnace it left you off the hook instead of getting you by the throat thinking how lonely i am without friends at least, unlike you, i'm trying to meet them i'm stuck with some creeps that deny me and peers that blow me off the windy north-westerlies kick up the soil from rice patties harvested and barren i'm kicking up dust in my yearning while the fire inside is churning my good life to do has less to do with you it is not the life i would wish but you're not putting enough on my dish my life, like piss on an elevator floor goes up and goes down with nowhere to roll unlike rushing waters near the shallow Han or nooks where still waters run deep the butterflies scorn me the pigeons cannot fly into the wind it makes my life wonderfully windy i sail on the breeze of my wife whichever way she blows me 11-3-14
that does not use your energy
