MaƱana
he keeps a checklist in his head
unchecked
except in dim, empty hours
filled with shameful resolve
unchecked
except in dim, empty hours
filled with shameful resolve
in the morning, yes, first thing
but first the other thing
and the thing before that
but first the other thing
and the thing before that
yes, good, there’s the plan
except, well, that other thing
that can’t be done until that thing
that can’t be done is done
that can’t be done until that thing
that can’t be done is done
the domino pieces fall sidelong
into fluffy white impotence
making a sploosh of excellent intent
into fluffy white impotence
making a sploosh of excellent intent
later, yes, that’s the plan
Status Report
Up on blocks under a tarp,
in a weedy corner of his lot in life,
dust- and web-covered ambition awaits entropy
in a weedy corner of his lot in life,
dust- and web-covered ambition awaits entropy
Flawless plans,
plotted under the influence of youth
and powered for a season by naivete
plotted under the influence of youth
and powered for a season by naivete
Sound in principle last time he checked,
needing but a splash of fuel, a jump,
and the repeal of inertia
needing but a splash of fuel, a jump,
and the repeal of inertia
How is this relevant? These days, with my super-simplified van dweller life, there are no more actual or virtual piles of un-started and unfinished crap. All that anxiety is gone. Small life = small worries. It's great.
love the poems. I'm back to medium life= medium worries and am missing the simplicity and quiet of life on the road.
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