Frost

Knows more

than Jack

I saw old people

In the past

when I looked

at the future

I saw old people

looking at the past

I thought

why do they hold on

what is it

about something

that was

as opposed to

something that is

and this is the thing

life is not a circle

the sentence sounds horrible

the compass is a tool

works on the sand

the sand is

oh my god

stoppit stoppit

why didn’t the Greeks

have a god of the cliche

I would leave a kylix

full of wine to this god

an offering

to just escape

the ruins

of this rumination

kylix rhymes with

double helix

maybe that’s it

it’s in our dna

don’t, not again!

can I somehow

write something

beautiful in words

In the past

when I looked

at the future

I saw old people

looking at the past

I thought

I sit before you

I sit before you

like a Buddha

on the bathroom mat

my 6 yr old

likes to sit

on that

I know nuthinc

‘bout Zen

Christ, Yahweh

or Muhammad

and all that

drama

I’m

trying

to

write

a

poem

Am I a

a Seer

a Steer

er

um

a Bum

What

the

fuck

am

I

doing

Why

does

it

matter

to

do

this

thing

that

does

n’t

matter

Sometimes

I

get

a

kick

(out of champagne?)

Yes

but no

a kick

out of you

enjoying

what I do

Poetry is

a description of an event

without description

a fart

what you say

when you stub your toe

a promise

never made

a bromide

in chemistry

sesquipedalian

Susquehanna Hat Company

brochure

starlings

starlinks

stairs

Fred

donuts without holes

(what are they called)

river rescues

in oceans

an olive branch

of the library

martinis

dairy

superannuated

annotated

sepulcher

walls

streets

ja

loopy

steering

in the steerage

a description of an event

without an event