Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012


watchin the kettle boil on stovetop
washing dishes with vigor,
then i look
in the mirror,
what a curious hoary face,
thoughts; breezy mist-tips.

a soft record plays on the stereo,
(the) window open,
brisk awesome fall
flows thru the window.
my darling asleep in the next room
my movements momentarily solitary;
meditate on mediation,
cell phone buzzing,
writing this now on the

an unfinished fragment
in the ether
a saxophone plays at the cusp of wonder
bukowski drinks forever
slouching towards an epiphany
wonderlust for city street travelers
in the city only for a while
exercises for muscular subtle thoughts
a collage of tree limbs
shimmery of red gold
before it falls
down  for a while.

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