“Plus Dreams”
okay so it goes like this—
word clutter, endless—
thankless pitiful days
are planted and ready
and we are a new winter
already
but blip clang zap go
machines at night and
most of the time i am not
as much sad
as i am just, well…ready
and nothing goes as fast as
this
whatever this is
this
which comes with blurheart
and repeat fizzle-stutters
this
which holds me to the pen
and
words guide the fastening
of a bushel of new days
plus dreams
- from “Hello Sunshine”