Reality and gravity have lately
been doing a terrible job of keeping me down.
I’ve found my mind works smoother
when it’s in the clouds, when it’s floating free,
when it doesn’t know where it is
though it’s got no place to be.
Don’t call it summertime sadness:
it’s just the sunburn blues.
I’ve been feeling lately there are too many me’s
and not enough of you’s.
And my friends, they walk trails
that are taking them to the moon,
around the world,
or into oblivion.
I spend my days in books,
swimming, and writing poetry
I’ve been learning about self-preservation.
I’ve been learning that life cannot always be
an out-of-body experience.
I’ve been learning to be comfortable
in my own body.
I’ve been learning how to cook
mostly things with instructions
printed on the back of the box.
I’ve been learning about Japan in the 1980’s.
I’ve been learning about Immanuel Kant.
I’ve been learning about marksmanship
with bullets that do not kill.
I’ve been learning.
Let’s answer every news confidential we read
so that no one will end up lonely
or puppy unwanted
or lawnmower unfixed.
There is not a lot of forward motion.
I’m governed by a static presence,
a cycle of the same of the same of the same of the same
and maybe that’s just introspective B-S
or maybe the sunburn blues.