some idle thoughts from a not too distant day in central park

ITS GONE UPSIDE DOWN,
THE INSIDE OF MY HEAD, IT HAS
AROUND AND DISAPPEARED THE LINING
OF SUBTLE CEREBRALNESS
DISPLACED WITH THE IDIOTIC
RAMBLINGS OF
A BOTTOMLESS BLUE BOTTLE.
WHERE DID THE DELICACY AND
BEAUTY OF MY FORMER SELF GO?
THE GREEN OF A MUGGY
JACK-HAMMERED DAY
THE EMPTY SOUL OF REGRET
AND ME
TOGETHER IN OUR HUMANITY
IT’S QUIET WHEN THE FEAR
SUBSIDES,
THE PORES EXUDING THE
MEANINGLESS OF IT ALL
THEN THERE IS YOUR
THE HAUNTER OF MY THOUGHTS
THE DICTATOR OF MY ACTION
MY INACTION
MY EYES CLOSE AND YOU ARE THERE
THE SLAVE-MASTER THAT NEVER WAS.






THE GREEN REFRESHING COOL WATER OF
AN URBAN OASIS IS MUTED BY ITS OCCUPANTS
THE SOUNDS OF CITY ECHOING OFF THE
SPRING LEAVES OF AWAKENED TREES
A NEST, BURROWED DEEP, AND HIGH UP
IN AN ELDER TREE WHO HAS SEEN MORE
AND LISTENED LONGER THAN YOU OR I

A DOG BARKS, A CHILD CRIES, AND THE BREEZE
SURROUNDS, SAYING SOMEWHERE, VICTORY
IS NEAR
WHAT IS THE BATTLE BEING WAGED BUT OTHER
THAN ONE OF SENSIBILITIES
REASON’S VALIANT EFFORTS AGAINST COMPLACENCY.