The Same Earth

My sons march on the same earth
I practiced on a different century ago
but that was before I tried writing a novel
getting married, watching
Remains of the Day.

I can’t recognize the place
because the new band room
and a fence has been added on
and so much grass has grown
since then.

Booze and Jetlag

As shown in a movie like Lost in Translation
best experienced with headphones, the way
sounds of a strange city come at you wrong
out of phase

are what separate you from the self
that worries about the past and future, which
liberates you for a moment

which must nevertheless be saved up for,
and paid with interest.

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.