dave pishnery

 


Outward

Looking up
is looking out -
                    out into or with the past
                    when tightly packed matter crushed
                    one another into now
                    and became stone water roofing shingles
                    the odd rack and hue of color

You can not
look far enough
to see the edge -
                    as perhaps a Greek sailor
                    once thought was the boundary of knowing
                    afraid to fall off
                    into unknowing
                    upsetting beliefs held close
                    in lieu of fact
                    the mind not grasping emptiness

Looking out
is looking up -
                    so deep the seconds minutes days
                    gaze of it
                    stops Time
                    which does not flow
                    like water through fingers
                    just slips away
                    from a point of reference
                    which we can not connect
                    with gravity yet
                    a falling down
                    a motion equal to
                    feathers or lead or grace

This looking
is looking at the past -
                    comings and goings
                    and we will return
                    to the start of it
                    never reaching the beginning
                    which is the past
                    but only             farther

 

Worry

I worry too much

worry is the mind killer
I know it isn't good
to worry over things
I have no control of
but I do

I worry my truck
will die somewhere
where I can't retrieve it

I worry over women
I worry over burying my sons
I worry over getting rid of
all the shit my father
has accumulated
in the last 60 years

I worry over finding
a full time job
a steady shot of leg
my next beer
or keeping my motorcycle

I worry my feet stink
my breath stinks
losing my wife
the man she will meet
the woman I will not

I have to take those
deep cleansing breaths
to calm myself down
in order to see Reality as it is
& I don't like what I see
I don't want to be the
pillar of my family
or think I am
when my parents pass

I worry over worry
when it will stop
why it will stop

I worry about you
who reads this
& will think I'm nuts
when I'm only stating
what you are thinking

I worry there is no time left
to do those things
I feel that are important
like passing on the joy of sex
the joy of holding
a newborn in your arms
or the light you see
in the eyes of someone
who understands that
you are just a human being
coping with life

I just want to be left alone
to be the man I want to be

& then it passes

& then it is crystal clear
what I have to do

live

 


dave pishnery
dave pishnery

...i write all kindz of poetry but the best is the straight forward stuff we both like...like androla/townsend/buk/dalevy...but i also enjoy billy collins/ee cummings/kinnell/ferlinghetti/kerouac/horvath...being that im 55 i have other tastes as well...hobbies are designing models/carving birds/refinishing furniture/fishing/muscle cars...and fucking/eating pussy/drinking beer/wine and hanging with my boys when i can when they aren't working...and camping...that about covers it...---


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