Waiting to Meet Ted Danson at the Chillmark General Store
Slightly rocking
a wait more frustrating existentially
than Waiting for Godot
yet the sandwich was good
as you came not at all.
Knees Up and Saturn Continues Its Shallow Voyage
And I will admit four full days passed since last guess at time
Never less sure of
which will prophecy another age of becoming I
Which loss relative or comrade will shake listlessness from turpitudinal eyes
Forward forward slightly.
Let water rush through fallow hands trailing currents in directions
That I do not know final partial but fragile destinations
In a little Catullan boat floating drearily along summertime sunshines
Clouds dispersed in
Rhythm
To take up rest in cirri of solar rays
In a Pollack scatterplot
Space it out to find
Another way to be high.
I see you here too like ever before
And after and after and after
And such things that dreams find surprising still
And after and after and after and after
I refracted through a finely twisted lens
slipshod inside our private maladies
Humming positive melodies in minor keys
We once forgot to sing
A lyric so Cave.
