*image by Ben Harubin

 

“I’ve told you all I can.”
“It doesn't FEEL like enough.”
“I know.”

 

 

Isn’t it neat how ordinary,
ordinary reality is.

I started to say that you shouldn’t do anything second handed,
but everything they do in the City is second hand.

There might be some who could see from “here to there” if it weren’t
for all the distracting sights in between,
(or even think that distant place
were it not for all the thoughts in between.)

Has Life ever had Men call one of their poets a “serious, potent voice of
his age” who was not morbific, moss coated, and as pessimistic as a
banker on vacation?

Life goes on till the job gets done.