Poet on Ode St

kind of irony

poet on Ode st.

cool fall morning
autumnal sky

like gray coals
on blue background
slivers of golden
light

plays tricks on
eyes

hands pull at grave stones
in feather caps
locked in your mind

Keats says,
"fuck it,"

words are viruses
paraphrased from
old bones Burroughs
dead and gone

this is neither that nor
this preternaturally
speaking preternaturally
knowing
*wink**wink*
like you're on to
something I'm not,

is it all those things you're
thinking at once?

my guess--

my guess is also
young flesh is beautiful
old is learned
with age and wrinkles
is like paste like
napalm that won't
rub off--

I am a cleft lip
hufffing spitting dreaming

writing about death is
writing about life
is stepping out into the cold
afraid

you have to be afraid
to jot it down

or else it don't work.

And that's as real as it will ever get from here

bells clang to the hour
voices below
on street,
quiet suburban street,
where no doubt
picnics and bar-b-ques are
planned,

slow drawl of daylight/
sunlight breaking clouds,

grind of plastic on
pavement,

chair legs? can't think
of anything else

somewhere a father scratches his
ass, thinks about relatives,
burgers, beers, wife, kids,
friday off and this is what I got
to put up with?

he grunts or sighs

he heads back into the house

coffee is heating breakfast is waiting

or at least I like to think,

but whatever if it's not and
all the same it's happening
out there in my head
and that's
as real as it will ever get
from here.

The trees outside call on me to answer

now the rustle of leaves
a thin tree,
more like a bush
in right corner of
my window,
bobbing heads,
chirp of birds, right on time,
I am up, alone in the world,
blink of FB comments
gchat notes, I am
thinking about coffee,
(without it for 3 days
counting) it'd be an
easy walk down
the street to Ethiopian
cafe but I can hear your
voice in my barely gone
cold *cough* *cough*
your fault/hot outside/
*cough* so I'll wait,
until tomorrow, maybe,
definitely, I won't last much
longer,
rumble of airplane
over US property lines
restricted five corner space,
coming noon, stomach rumbles
too, tho I'm not sure
I'm even hungry,
it might be all in my mind.