Flowers from an idiot.

I can die smiling now
Lips fixed
My eyes staring
Into space

Don’t lie to me
This is our last
Morning
Only the meanings remain.

And
These
My
Feelings

And
These
My
Lips

Are
All
Yours
Now

And
These
My
Teeth

And this

My mind: a deadweight,
And this book a blank page. For life is death
And death is life. Everything is made a little easier with that.

1975

The New Year

Everybody looking for the new
Looking everywhere for the new
Everywhere the new

But I want something old
I can’t find anything old
Even the old is new

Recycled, recharged, reduced to newness
Nothing left here is old
Old is dead, died a quiet death.

RIP Old!