I've gotta take care of my own problems
     instead of asking you to take me in
   and give me what you would.
     go sleep in the pines?

  The shimmer of light on the lake 
    needed diminishment 
      by using well-treated
         shades.

  Those sun-glasses looked awesome.
    the camera set at 100 ISO
    made the exposure longer,
       the lines and features muted
    as you smiled.

  The roadside trail
    leads up a mile
      to the ridge line.
  The had a bonfire
      out of sight of the forest station.

  Troubled, troubled of mind
    he drove down to the city
   to walk the Esplanade.

  The city at night
     has secrets.
    Twenty guys live
   in a culvert hidden beneath a tall building.

      Run out gas?  He never runs out of gass.
   He keeps an extra three gallons
      in the trunk of his car.
   

  The wind
    seemed cold then
  but it was just how I felt
      by what he had said.

  The lake
     had spray on it.
  Rainbows just above the waves.
      Mosquitos all blown away.

   Wordbomb
      revelationns
            using concern for the troubles
              of a beloved friend
      like a weapon
  inducing the big sad
      just to feel less broken yourself.

  Turn around, turn around this boat.
     I can not cross the great water with you.
     Bring me back to the bay.

  Saint John 
      says he was the one who Jesus loved.
  But didn't he love everyone?
     Of course Saint John knows this.

  the teenage girl
    keeps staring at me in church
  so I avert my eyes
     as if I don't notice.

   A toddler hugs the priest
      as he walks back around
    the alter-childdren carry the cross
         high and proud.

  No, they said  I was
      wrong,
  always wrong if I talked my
    self-reliant talk becuase,
   they said,
  people can't make it on their  own, they said.

  I didn't believe any of it.
    Jesus spent 40 days in the dessert
         and he survived and
   he didn't have any mandatory insurance.

  What butterfuly 
     landed on a flower for you?
   No.
  It did it on its own and for its own reasons.
     There need be no FAA for butterflies.

  We are all like butterflies.

    She said there were drinkers in the rooom,
    and it got  her a little bit upset (which
     is putting it mildly).

  She wouldn't serve liquor at the party,
     no cooler of beers for her hard-drinking guests.

  Understanding
    the poets
   standing alone
    on a ridge line.

  Poet's ridge
     is any ridge
    not just the one in Concord.

  The giant cliffs used to be a shore line
      an Island in the ocean.
  maybe find whale bones?

  There is joy at that place at dusk.
   The wind comes in with the scent of far away Islands.
  The dried weedy brush
     all bobs  in the same direction.

  A butterfly
      flew into an airplane wing
   and out the other side.

  No real butterfly was harmed in the writing of this poem.

  To even think to imagine that there might be opposition
    to the grand schemes
  was deemed.

  What it was deemed will not be stated
    so as to not have the poet deemed
   what will not be stated.

  List, list,  what list are
    you putting on the trist?

  These poems don't have to have reason.

  There were three girls in the cafe on their laptops
    who all witnessed the crash.

  Poet was arested
     and then let go.
  The officer stole the bottle of 80 Oxys.

  Jar of Pills
    in a basket in the bottom of the closet
    in the diceased house.

  He sold them all, a buck a milligram
   and gave the money to the cancer charity.

  When she takes her meds
     she never has anything left.