#123 - night hovels & art of diminishing

3.5.20

123

two poems

night hovels

elephants of night galumph

most wakingly at times

am I?

was late and wonder

how, what for

was called

make way by other means

baroque

in a curly queue

I don’t know why I had to go

all the while building

in scraps and tin

whole cities that way

gone in the morning

as am I

thrown to the dream

and made the most

so little known

remembered

art of diminishing

and on my way to being forgotten

all here by sneaky means

some call eternity by name

a slip through fences say

what fun

and nothing ventured

it’s personal – this cosmos

I have mine and you  

icy in the breeze – a cough

off meals

nothing passed

lightly and lightly

take the simple fade

yet leave a spot

to linger stage

and wash away

along for the ride

whichever

is an augmented minor?

no, let’s not go there

my words surpassed

my shelf to dust

the differences unmade

then pop

quick flash

our star goes out

like a light

(precisely)

one less in the how many billion?

none know

but many guess

as dollars they are to insolvency

have they gone down to the store for another?

this knowledge, all annals, archives

every spark, thing known

like a mote float

but not ever so large

adrift

but just because everything is

will they find the species traces?

live as if I never was/were

imagining for funeral

none trusted to read these words