In So Much

forget your purpose and your calling
I am an island unto myself
and forever growing the deepest maw
tumor in the backside of american dream
I may be nothing but fear and pain
and all those things that bring the rain from sky valley
but this I know

dig deep from the earth
move from one hole to another
and watch her through the one-way window
forgetting the one fundamental flaw
she’s just built differently than you are

perhaps it is time for this
no more disconnection
no more vaulted brain-waves
culled from past regard

and for the nightly call
this is all I know
of nothing
and for the past recall
girlchild aglow
tempting touching

burning bright

the mollusks pass me
and now I know something must be coming
the sea is quiet, have I landed
in the eye of the storm
too many tropes, too many by-lines
and I’m no longer sorry
and I no longer regret having loved
or having known what it may have meant to be
distanced from all that surrounds me
in so long my nerves racked beyond belief
tragically shy but look what has happened
absolutely nothing of note
and I’m still alive