Cloud-Glasses
The strange yellow glow
of this pressure system (low)
reminds me of the cloud-glasses
that we used to have
to wear when it was grey
to make it seem a sunny day
but it just seemed cloudy-yellow
like today.
Past
A month at twenty-five
is like a week at seventeen
is like a day at six or seven
if you know what I mean.
And I guess that when I’m older
even years will seem as fast
as each shrinks in proportion
to my quantity of past.
Deep Pockets
I have a friend with deep pockets
full of truth and grace…
pockets so deep in pants so tall,
and sometimes it’s hard to see His face.
The Slow Process of Making Friends
The slow process of making friends
with people who swim in front of me like fish behind glass
and who would probably not enjoy coming to this side to sit next to me on the couch
and who, like me, would probably find it hard to breath sometimes,
is very slow.
No One Needs Poetry
No one needs poetry.
They need food
and shelter,
hope, peace and love.
But since we don’t all have
all these things
we need poetry.
But if we all had
food, shelter, hope, peace and love,
then we would not need poetry.
But then we would want it
all the more.
Don’t Go Outch
I’d advise: do not go out
when there is no wind.
A mosquito will slurp you up his snout
and spit you out again.
At Once
There are lots of things that I can do,
but really shouldn’t do at once.
For instance, it would not be shrewd
to brush my teeth while I eat lunch.
The Rain Is Like a Curtain
The rain is like a curtain,
the drops are like the cloth,
that thick and heavy velvet
with corners chewed by moths.
The world outside’s a theater.
We turn the script’s first page.
Until the rain stops falling,
we’ll practice here, backstage.
Secret
Who do you love?
Some you seem to love
because you yourself
love to laugh,
love to feel good,
love to feel loved.
Think of the person
for whom
you could always keep a secret.
Coffee Cake
There is no coffee in this cake,
despite what you might think.
They must call it that because
it’s good enough to drink.