this poem

is not about who
or even why
just when
and where
as in here
and now
as to how
that’s under
construction
or consideration
but definitely not
apprehension
or hesitation
’cause the who
it could have been
about
is definite
about why
it isn’t

on seeing Hair in Turkey

no old hippies
in the audience
just some wannabes
on stage
kids too young to remember
there was a world
20 years ago
so what can one expect
of 50 years ago
and I sit
snarling at all the cellphones
that light up
throughout the seats
and wonder
just who they came to see
their facebook page
or twitter
or the people on stage
so into themselves
so 21st Century

on sleeping dogs

he said
I seemed tired
of what I’d been doing
this in way of understanding
my plans
no sense in embellishing
let sleeping dogs
sleep
content peaceful
reality is
after all
what one perceives
no point in explaining
when you’re halfway
out the gate

what one can and cannot do

you can’t mend
all the fences
put out
all the fires
feed all the hungry
in this world
you can only walk
the road you find
yourself on
by choice or design
or happenstance
and try not to hurt
anyone if possible
while reconciling yourself
to being misunderstood
more often
than not