The Right Column
Big Sur

Trying
to not
Try
off the cuff
  When lost on line with
  you and the phone
  speaker doesn't speak well
          of it . . .
 that being what you're saying
    you were doing with
     someone with whom
   you could stay
    a little longer,
     feel a little fonder
  stop and ponder
       the spell that I am under . . .
   listen for the thunder.
      Life is not just plunder.

  So you drove away
    when that sad song
                 play
   off into your holy day
      leave the friends
           for their
       to and fray.

  And so we disconnect at
       your request
    don't know why I tried
         tonight.
      We don't feel tight
         at all
       and yet still
             I call.

  When heartbeat doesn't
             stir the sound
     of you moving forward 
             with your lonly life
  And snow falls
            too hard
     you get stuck.
       The wheels spin.
     you leave the station wagon
   by the side of the road
  and walk back to town.
     but there is nobody around.

  And so we are disconnected
    even when together.
       At your request
    I won't talk about that other thing
      that you don't want to hear about.

  And it's hard to keep believing in you
     but I still do.
  If you can't believe in our friend
     then how can I hope 
         you can believe in me?

  All of this seems like
      juvinellia.
  I've got walls to paint,
    insulation to hang.

  "Perseverence Brings
     Good Fortune"


May 27, 2010