Meditation #20

It feels so good to know
that the dishes need washing
and I’m on my last set of clean underwear
There’s nothing good to eat in the fridge
and a hawk just killed a mouse in the backyard
The bass from that Honda in the street won’t let me sleep
and the tulips are showing color on the bullet tips of their buds
Bill upstairs is doing a feedback experiment with two huge amps
and the storm that’s coming later today isn’t going to have a snowflake in it
My back hurts, my nose is running, and I can feel the headache incipient behind my eyes
and the connection is strong as the Blackstone where it pours into the gates at West Hill Dam
I would check the bank account for activity if I wasn’t sure it would all be deficit and no stimulus
and Korea is a peninsula that will exist for as long as it can without regard to the lines idiots draw across it
and we will walk, run, crawl and hump our way into the mixed up charge of living in the future
regardless of the nature of the stupidity and evil that shape it against our best intentions
because it’s impossible to separate the mundane from the epic in this life of demand
the supply will always exceed our ability to grasp its scope and rush of occurrence
There’s no food in the fridge, too much laundry, too much cleaning up to be done
Too many hawks and mice to ever believe in the permanence of want
Too much music to ever despair that we will fall silent
Flowers waiting to come out and answer the future
I’m on my last set of clean underwear
I’ll sit around naked if I have to
and let the lack feel good