from this week in May, 2009 (I was 64)
The United States is falling apart
because I am falling apart
and I don’t think I’m going to get much better
I think about but do not sustain an effort
to regain physical fitness
I look at books that propose to redirect us
I don’t believe the matter is in the reader’s
hands
Relationships are cold chipped and cracked
held together by homeostasis and habit
Like my country I don’t do much good
without expectation of better in return
Like me the country doesn’t travel well
We take way too much of our stuff with us
whenever we go someplace else
No place much better off for my being there
I’m inept at home repair
Hire someone who needs a job
later someone who can actually do it
Spend way too much money on stuff
we promise we will never use
Keep it in deep basements across the country
that cost more to maintain
than all the homes in my hometown
Officially we call it homeland security
I call it fear
Bill collectors at the door
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