Heart Beats

Re-record.

Continue to include me in the general scheme. I am still in love with the familiar.

Trace memories of a constant me, demand I be included in next years little plans.

I don’t want to leave with my face unfinished and my fires put out.

But days crowd each other—stepping stones are slipping. The ground of being is alarmed.

Running shoes are missing - my promises unsecured. Heart beats are on alert.

Donnelly vs. Almost Everyone

Once he was light years away from the sidewalk on Beverly & Fairfax.

Then he was ten. Now how, at thirty eight, Was he to be? His cheeks to shave? His legs to make—a bold stride forward?

Almost everyone, never noticing what they notice, walked around.

His silence was absolute—here on the flinty street: The eyeless street: The poem-less street.

The sullen street, where hapless hours are born.

What about a briefcase full of cause? Or a blue/green swimming pool? A work week? Funds for something nice?

Moral intelligence scattered. No case called Donnelley v. Almost Everyone, was ever filed.