There You Have It

If they’re tolling a church bell
You figure all is well
In your little farming town
Where you have it there you have it there you have it

But if a storm should come one day
And wipe the steeple all away
You wouldn’t have it wouldn’t have it wouldn’t have it

Where everything is bought in sweat, and bought in tears
And sought in prayer, where people stop you
If they think that what you’re doing will stop the rain

Generations later on
Where junk is selling for a song
In a land where you can have it you can have it

And insurance pays the grift
And someone else will take the hit
So you can have it you can have it you can have it

Then why would you wait for things
Or keep your conscience on a chain
If you can have it you can have it you can have it

A wise man said What would you gain
If you had the whole damn thing
But lost your soul – well there you have it there you have it

If they’re tolling a church bell
You figure all is well
In your little farming town
Where you have it there you have it there you have it.

James Bond

keeps aging in staccato bursts
as we work through a Blu-Ray set
a certain set of his jaw
a burst of gunfire.

Now a fork in the pleasant desert road
causes me to wonder what
causes him what joy in the evening
A chilled salad fork and revenge.

Nightmare

I washed up from sleep with it,
tears in my eyes.
Something about my children,
about wasted time (I have never been away from them)
about regret (nothing on the day)
about loss (they all slept peacefully in the same house).

I asked what my dreams accused me of,
they crept back into forgetfulness,
having won their point.

Dream Sequences

So – another dream. Always a theme
of a plot of a moral, always something
that comes up from the ooze with me,
the MacGuffin in the comic book stories,
the dripping knife the wife holds
behind her back, just when you thought it was safe.

 

Ulysses S. Grant

I rise only to say that I do not intend to say anything.
– Ulysses S. Grant

I wrote as I did
in a spare craftsman style
knowing men died
the entire time I wrote
the entire time they read.

A man could be shot
while hacking though
the thicket of words
created by some generals
and die before he could act.

Knowing, then,
I wrote to dying men
and sometimes sent my dispatches
back to the living world
I demanded clarity of myself.