notes for a poem i might write

1

what i think about now is

not what i thought about then--

even though i have the same

brain--maybe just more dented.

so don’t expect much on

the answer front--but feel free

to ask those blahblah questions--

like here we are why--and what

we really should be not doing.

cause we keep going growing

up and out then sagging hunching

buzzard down--without trying.

2

if i had to hand in one last essay,

and only big bad god would

read, it would be about the

purpose of grey sky daze,

of hovering fog rising from drying

grass shimmering, of who

chiseled the man on the moon

and what should i start carving

on my soontobepockmarked

tombstone

when I am mostly

already gone.