5329. AND EVERYTHING AT ONCE

AND EVERYTHING AT ONCE

Today is one of those days  - when nothing works.

I've got it under control, mind you, but it is still the

fact that nothing worked. All comes crashing down, 

and everything at once disappears. I have to listen to

the twaddle, the talk  :  about men taking exams, and

the railroad crew, and the eyeglass test; and the women

with spike-heels who detest the worn-out walkway

along the nearby path. 'That's why God made sneakers?',

isn't what I said. Perhaps I thought something like that.

When something was working. Now, the cache of another 

day is beginning to become unhinged. I really want to

run, and be with something else : a blue sky saddled with

lust, a dark cavern where I can just sit. There will be no

one to cry for the rain when it's all over. Nothing seems to

be worthy, nor wants to be worthy. Why then pray?

I am desperate to receive the poetry I've lost, the words 

unfrozen and ready to flow  -  the gin-mill of my mind's

making, filling with the hard liquor of my own delight.

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I can undress that woman with my eyes, and remember 

every blight and blemish with delight. She doesn't even

know me, nor know I care. Her strange bag with a name

attached, a brand like an animal, and her luggage tag for

an airline or steamship trip. What do I know, and who?

I'll hold her hand until she dies her sleepless death  -  and

then maybe I'll better understand this sleepless life as much

as it proclaims to understand all of us. With the rising of the

sun, and the setting of a sentence, a mad jumble of words,

unfit, for for really nothing in this world at all. Today is

(simply) one of those days when nothing works at all.
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I can see through that man, benighted knight that he is: 
hollow man, shallow man, man without a meaning. 
And he can see through me  -  all the same reasons 
and meanings being, everywhere, one and the same. 
I know where he goes,  and I know where he has been. 
I can see through that man, through his outer skin. 
The occupier is the holding man, the
man in place is holding on.