even in the east
and in the west
light piled up in darkness

I look out and see
wolves and sheep
there is no difference

they can't keep it away
with fireworks
and breaking windows

immeasurably
in the distance
the little stars whisper

“please don't let us be seen?
In broad daylight.......”

sparks and shards of glass
do not become stars.

I suppose I yearn for transcendence
But what I get is daily life
Boredinary blues
The struggle and the strife

Called my dad tonight
Thank you for the money
Ben Shapiro is a racist
Steve Martin is funny

Called my son also
Just trying to touch base
Mystics in the mountains
Aliens in space?

                   Chase.

I miss you in the morning
Wonder what might have been
55 and falling
Barely even a friend

Reclining on my sofa
Drifting towards the end
My final breath

                   And then?

Hold everything lightly
then the letting so
doesn't hurt at all
and is very easy

Reaching out
  Struggling
The Shadow

Camus said he had no hope
Luther said he had no Pope
I sleep late and long
Protection for my boys

Bullet trains in the night
San Francisco's leading light
I just sit in silence
Can you hear the noise?


                  Music!