The Calendar Year

1)

In Anticipation of the New Calendar Year, pt 1

December

is always the last
December of the year

I was never a hermit
And only enjoy silence
between songs

Any isolation is always
self-imposed
And is rarely
self-reliant

That has been the
if ever attainable sky of
the months passing
To accept silence and
Act as a reservoir

Emulating the earth that
pulls continuously from
within
and in opposition inherent
hands against the old husk
push out into now open water

a lucky 7

wave


 

2)

In Anticipation of the New Calendar Year, pt 2

(_WASH YOUR CLOTHES_WASH YOUR DISHES_AVOID SPEAKING_BUT IF YOU HAVE AN IDEA_SHOP IT AROUND_)

(_SPEAK CLEARLY NOW_AVOID WASHING YOUR SHEETS_HANG SOME PICTURES IN A HAUNTED HOUSE_)

(_ARE YOU JOINING THE GYM_I’M JOINING THE GYM_GOD I LOVE THE GYM NOW_BEFORE IT WAS JUST PUPPY LOVE_BUT NOW IT’S PAYING THE SAME RENT LOVE_)

(_THIS HUSTLE IS STARTING TO HURT MY KNEES_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_)

(_YES THE FAMILY WAS IN TOWN_THEY’RE GONE NOW_I MISS THEM_)

(_I STARTED RUNNING DID I TELL YOU THAT_WELL I STARTED RUNNING_AND MY HAIR IS LONGER_BUT THAT’S JUST TIME_NOT EFFORT_)

(_I COULD USE A CHANGE OF PACE_MAYBE A NEW NEIGHBORHOOD_OR A NEW PART OF THE COUNTRY_I HEAR IT’S NOT AS BAD AS IT LOOKS IN BALTIMORE_I HEAR YOU CAN CHOOSE WHEN YOUR FISCAL YEAR STARTS_)

(_I’M TRYING TO LISTEN MORE_)

line


 

3)

In Anticipation of the New Calendar Year, pt 3

eventually to arrive from the grasslands

and allow a heart to return the favor

re-planted on the edge of a great lake

that plays with wind and snow as a harpoon

that annually flays the shoreline with ice

this great body that flows into its people

all of them contain it and one another gather

to bathe and nude themselves of the day

 

a river hanging from its marble edge

it flows downtown into the blue glass

that smashes migratory patterns and

allows others to look one another in the

face from many miles in the air

no one exactly doomed to intertwine

no one exactly attuned to this excercise

of aerial voyeurism in the new year

 

this great gathering of hands that have

stamped fears, family, function, and forever

into every spare grid lit in orange at night

lit in orange in snowfall and only visible

from a ridiculous distance or a ridiculous stance

all of its individuals living if not slowly under the

glow

grid


 

 

 

 

 

 

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