meditation with garbage

the word is ruined forever as
are a lot of words like revery I
need the poets to reteach me
I am in need this morning
some new habit some new
privilege to be up and
early writing backdrop
garbage and the smell
of birds
             small and without
punctuation though the sky
is pleasant forming I am not
alone here having tea and toast
face raw with bugs alarmed
three pots of herbs, well one
and two of emptiness
Bhikkhu emptiness here in
suburbs son sprawled out
in light at 5 am this is
a ticklish dream wrapped cold
around my torso cold and
drowned around my torso
ticking tickling jiggling jingling

I am off the bat the boat
boating an activity of many
while they are still middle
class the urge to travel I will
travel and see wondrous things
like towels and bats and howling
cats, prattling monkeys, whales
and skeletons, towers of ants
with garbage backdrop and the
insect afterscape no rhythm
no awful silly sentence no courage
no dependability glancing gazing
all but no dependency no teeth
no braids no exoskeleton why
don’t we all go home home to the
drowned home backdrop garbage
white elite the bored the this the that –
the mercy grass is on my sleeve
so gaze the hard g followed by
the hissing z or gauze or geshe or
the thrashing doves the sigh of singing
telephone the whining plane the
oozing telegraph the failed
surrealist stuck in his nonfunctional
parlor dreams of Guadalajara –
was it parody? the smell of garbage
mixes with a hint of lilac this is
what it is what it has come to skyline
halfway clothed with leaves and a
suburban brightness in the air
with sounds of water gurgling and
a morning goldness greedy and
suburban cheeping with a hum
of traffic while the dog rests and
the flying bee whirrs by a morning
water color from the land of
garbage and the land of smells
now here nowhere now here nowhere
now here nowhere now here okay
okay this is a trick of time black
flies float in golding light the piercing
chirp the here-I-am of jays the
coo-coo mourning and obstreperous
chirp of sparrow and no crow
no crow not now and with the
comprehensive smell of garbage
an early train so far so far