What's New?

We keep forgetting the world is alive
Being the same as we
The coathanger and kimono leap off the rail
Hurl themselves to the floor

Instead of the usual instant anger
I pause to admire this prodigy of nature
The kimono flowing in strange billows and festoons
Falling timelessly (if I say so) to the closet floor.

A couple weeks later I’m flailing about
The rug rippled and ruched, table cockeyed
Something tips over, I (furious) grab, rush,
Breathless dark living room
Why can’t you, what's to stop your doing
Whatever you want to do--collect SOMETHING
Fill in the blanks later, unexpected brilliant excursions
And back again to the central trunk or channel

Watching the “waterfall” (more accurately “water curtain”)
In Beale St. PGE has done something to my head
I see myself, all person, animals, trees &c
FALLING through space, dividing and disintegrating
Halfway down, some are shattered on the first step of the “fall”
Fragments thrown into the narrow pool next below “inevitably”
And then pumped, I suppose, to some tank or pool
(roof garden?)
Above.