the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together

recorded 11.4.07

Kurt died

The day I read his book.

Laughed and grunted his words

Rambled to me

With remorse.

Said the Grand Canyon would speak

Didn’t know this soon

And right to us.

 

Old man

Grumbling about life.

Thank you

For last words

In my ear

Like a whisper.

This Mourning

At ten I heard the bells.

recorded 5.21.07

recorded 21.12.15