Ized

I've gotten lost in eyes.
I've drowned in eyes.
Been mesmerized and magnetized.

By eyes.

I've been comatized. Narcotized
I've been compromised and tyrannized

By eyes.

I've been energized. Sexualized
And even victimized

By eyes...

(10/19/2011)

The New York Times "Home" Section

If I were as rich as Croesus
I still wouldn't
buy
these sofas...

Unfinished from the Summer of 2011

What's your problem
     I ask myself
in irritated tone of thought.

You've not a worry,
     Not a care
I tell myself but

Still it's there. The
     sense of dread
The un-dropped shoe

(To be continued ???)

From the archives..Some time between 1967 and 1969

Typewriter keys that click my life away
Every word another minute gone,
Yet black and white upon the page.
Each letter sealed and sent away
To where I can not follow;
I must stay.

Like a mad inventor's dream
My life sucked in by this machine,
Which turns it into deadened thoughts
Of black and white upon the page.

Each envelope carries a deed undone,
Folded within a shining hour
That shall not gleam, for it was
Ticked on the typewriter clock that
Drains my blood and shows it
Black and White Upon the Page.

Maybe Tomorrow

Maybe tomorrow
           I’ll get out of bed
           Take a shower
                     Get dressed.

Maybe tomorrow
           I’ll eat something
           other than a
                   pretzel.

Maybe tomorrow
            I’ll leave the house
            Talk to someone
                   Smile.

Maybe tomorrow
            I’ll start to live again
           And then, maybe
                    Not.

A Poem for Tuesday

I was going to go out today,

Switch my purse, Re-write

My address book and

Organize something or

                        other.

But, on second thought,

                        why bother?