Author Archive

A LONG HARD LAZY APPRENTICESHIP OF DOING NOTHING

September 25, 2008

You would think by now that people would know better

Than to ask me what I have been doing with my time.

And you would think by now that I would have come up

With an answer that would silence them. But I still stumble,

Crumble and quail when faced with this thankless enquiry.

I suppose I could tell them the truth: that after all the brooding,

Abstraction and evasion, there just isn’t much time left

To do the work, or to tell the truth.

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CHAIR, SOFA AND BED

September 25, 2008

Between these three points of love

And sloth ( Mostly the latter ),

I flounder. Resting, without laurels,

Restlessly. Pausing between pauses

To inventory this harvest of regret;

To consider, from every angle of unease,

This permanent rut…to forever name remainless,

Staring at a curtain.

LX

September 17, 2008

I am a great believer in half measures

Or no measures at all. And I am a great champion

Of dishonest suffering, false modesty and vain inhibitions.

When the problem, painful to admit, is pure

Laziness: punishing myself for doing nothing

By doing nothing. I am often informed that I have nobody

To blame but myself as if any comfort might be derived

From this cruelly stated fact.

THE WORLD IS MY WIDOW

September 16, 2008

It was an afterthought that brought me here


Towards the end of  another idle afternoon


That spits me out spent.  I made it


As far as the sofa  –  anchorage  of  undertow


And arid equivocation.  –  Awaking from a dream


Into another dream;  glimpsing the passing notion


That being awake, too, might have its pleasures, its rewards.


And relatively alert again, I reanesthetize myself.