When you said When

I thought when you said tomorrow
                          you meant today
when today you said yesterday and
                          yesterday it was tomorrow-
tomorrow will it be today
                          or yesterday-
Either way-
Yesterday's tomorrow
of course meant Today-
So, tomorrow then.
I will plan yesterday
as though it led to-
to-day-too-
late,
there's always
more tomorrow(s)
if we count
today
anyway.
Someday I will
have to say some-thing,
have some-thing
to say-
tomorrow, only
a today away.




Image of painting by Jan Matsys, At the Tax Collector (1539), [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

If then (Hi-Q)

If everything were
of atoms-would re-action
make art of fingers?




Photo By Mcwesty at en.wikipedia (Transferred from en.wikipedia by Ronhjones) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

The Adam-Ant (species by gross weight)

Same as, We are to

the ants in the poem, yes

our weight is the Same. 

Image By Luo Ping [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

(S)he

She has not looked at her nails
in over a month
except in rude irritation
for snags.
Out of the corner
of her eye-
She is spooked
by a haggard figure
staring at her
in the mirror
on the far wall.
She can taste her own breath
and wonders briefly-
what or when was the last thing
she ate?
She scavenges frantically
for anything
quick and small
in the kitchen-
but first does the dishes
and takes the trash-
and gets the phone-
She makes promises
and hurries about.
She feels a draft-and then-
wraps her robe tight.
She makes sure-
She makes good-
She hopes she makes it-
She is needed
to make sure-
She is not wrapped
too tight-
She forgot to check
if she was still breathing,
since swaddling
now causes SIDS-
and the mirror is
opaque and dusty.



Image of painting by Joaquín Sorolla c. 1895[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. 

S. Cape

Up Back
C    &  m          a          a
o        see          l o n g w a y
m          a        l o n g               out
e           n          n                        h
            d e r i n g                        r      c
                                                y o      o
                                                   u & me
                                                   g
                                        any w h e r e (but).

Image of painting by Juan Gris, 'Still Life with checkered tablecloth' (1915), [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. 

What's your number

Can a collection of identities

be identified by numbers

not by masses

or mass-

but by oneness-

or twenty-three-ness-I guess-
or like five and look alive!

It conjures an image

somewhere in time, in our mind
space in our head-

A good positive number-

a negative angle-and no this isn’t acute-

it is chronic-al-always, regardless if I count

or you count or none of us counts...

Who’s counting down while looking up?

We should pick a numerical value besides our bank.

-Personal account-and equate each other thusly,

not rank or rate but separate-and separate

so our Nows don’t collide, or near misses and almosts

are guarantees-please!

sheer masses

like tiny tomes and Moronic Oxen-

Did you just say eleven?

Most just say seven-ness is blessedness,
everyone knows this rule-

I could be wrong, that'd be
a real word problem.

An error in calculating
-mind you-

Not in reasoning.



Image credit: By Related names:  Morgan, Walls and Clements Atlantic Richfield Company Patigian, Haig [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Shaking out olde rags

Tattered paths erase steps trod to crooked gait
Frayed regality clenched its hard youth worn spite,
And yonder in gilded hours the sun burns its envy
Gathers all ye spent colours; flames out to embers
Aloft nothing matches your plundering stride
stars nor nightingales flash iridescent tails to follow-
feet planted firm,calm thy nerves -O weary traveler!
Linger here, Inns and Outs have long now closed
While history makes repast to fill the o'er sated
with seconds. Ere-the noblest pastures lie
Certain and sure of you!
             Will you not take thy eager soul strides?
              To meet my waiting expanse half-way?











Image By Rocky Mountain National Park (C.C.C. trail construction Red Mountain Trail) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.