i had a dream
your skin was ten times silk
and grabbing you was
like grabbing heaven’s clouds
but it wasn’t true
and you like it that way,
anyway
on my ride home from work
i watched a jogger’s ass as i
passed
by
and thought all these sweet things
that grew stale in the air
and then there was all that decay
around me and
then
i knew its rate
All things culminate
All things are culminations
of other things
which are culminations
et cetera
but where is the bare-bones?
The stuff that makes the stuff
that makes the stuff that makes
et cetera
?
Is there time to worry
about such trivialities?
Are these trivialities
so trivial after all?
Hardly canI fathom these things
though, by definition,
these things are simple.
Give me something
complicated to think on.
the sieve and the sand 