(April 2022. I flew to LA, and Billy drove me back to my bus. I was reunited with my best friend and with my home. I told Billy all about daopoetry, which we had both been experimenting with for a while, and we co-wrote a poem together right then in the bus. I think it is the best decentralized poem I’ve been part of. Can you guess who wrote which stanzas? It doesn’t stick to a one-to-one alternation. Anyone who accurately identifies the authors first try gets $20.)
the latch is leaking on my bed
and i am home again
in the silent whirring of four am
coughing out
my surprise when the lights turn on
is love:
honest sight.
the slow transitions of home…
can i show you my water to make a point?
please
i spill my contents to my space
the big blue bus is just the big blue bag bigger
her laughter is the chattering of finished work
i a shimmering gallery
the art of self
shelve my ambitions to ownership
i bask in the light of growth shared
greener together
forever until it is not anymore and humanity ends then
in the closing of my final cherished view
you a giggling infant sucking hard on the world
i feel for futures
in the radiation of presence
and the delicate plucking of past
shining down onto the people who need it
don’t think it’s out of stride my sweet peter
crazy how fast you can drive on water
“Περαστικά” ya mas she explained
means to our health
my health is the shaking of hands
my strength is clasped with you
and who is there to overcome
when we form a full circle?
the possibility of perfection together
i wish my words to push towards
i like when poetry feels like whistling
emptiness moving
chances blowing as where
wind could have gone
the moment of choosing elsewhere
tired from the raintravel
passing immaculately between
ball lightning
battling the paths of power to the ground
against all reason speed permits us
and we accept
Beatin' Paths ~~~ The journey to the Great American Novel 