Operating At a Loss
I
How long have I been doing this
Throwing my time & money
Into a hole
Filling up notebooks
Mining overheard conversation
For lines
Squeezing the sponge
Of my wine soaked
Mind
Into the bucket
Of poetry
And now here we are
Gulping down the
Lead tainted water
Like Romans
Romans
Forced to eat
Wooden fruit
To amuse a mad
Emperor
Isn´t it time
To call it all off
When you are
Operating at a
Loss
II
A stone mason
With busted knuckles
Spends his whole
Working life
Carving gargoyles
For a cathedral
He will never live
To see
At least he leaves
A legacy
All my work
My words
Are destined
For the trash
When I am gone
It´s enough to
Make a saint
Spit
III
After dark I drink
The cheapest wine
& peck away at my
Own samizdat
Without the terror
Of a midnight knock
Beaten bloody & led
Off in cuffs
The opposite now
Is true
The underground
Has been pulled
To the surface
Like some flat fish
Luminous from
The depths
& left to flap
Helpless
On the deck
Only of
Temporary
Interest
Later kicked
Overboard
So as not to be
Sickened
By the stench
While ashore
Whole zones
Invaded
The natives
Driven out
While the rich
Spread like
Kudzu
Culture choked
Overwhelmed
Overrun
& when all they see
Is Cash value
They never count
The cost
Because you & I
Can´t go on
Forever
Operating at a
Loss
IV
Do not mistake
My anger for bitterness
My silence for apathy
Each one of us carries
A manifesto
Some call only for
Politeness
Others contain
Outrageous demands
There will maybe
Come a time
When everything you
Cannot gather
In your arms
Will be lost
In the fire
In the flood
What then
What then
No gates to
Hide behind
You stumble
Blinking into
The common
Light
& will try to
Pass yourself off
In that cock-crow
Dawn
Oh, what will you
Deny
In order to
Survive
Every beggar
Keeps a secret
List
Of averted eyes
Of cold night scorn
Look what he is
Guarding now
Fresh in his
Watchman´s
Uniform
The vast store
Of the poor
Man´s toil
Your golden key
Will no longer
Fit that lock
You turn now
To those
Distant hills
Unsteadily
V
After enough wine
A part of me says
Face it we are on
A sinking ship
& there is no time
To grow gills or wings
So why not
Splash around
Half the passengers
Are drunk & downing
Ketchup from the
Bottle
Now the galley
Has
Been picked
Clean
The other half
Hester Prynne
Botherers
Sour & tearless
Teetotal to a man
Have gathered on
The upper deck
Trying to outstare
The sun
Later in the polar
Darkness
The stars
Holes in the
Blanket of night
Changing and
Unchanging
The consolation
Of constellations
The vast amoral
Cosmos
In wordless beauty
I find the only
True and lasting
Peace
VI
Well now here´s
The truth
It´s Wednesday night
(no prayer meeting)
& I want to have
This thing
This poem
Off & out of me
By the weekend
Time to start
Moving
VII
A few words about my
Working methods
Starting aged 45
I planned to write
A dozen or so poems
A month
For five years
Printing & folding &
Stapling each book
At night
Sending some out
Others gifted to
Friends
I carry them around
My own Johnny Appleseed
Fueled by coffee & 68c
Cartons of supermarket
Wine
Like Dr. Bannister
I broke my own 4 minute
Mile
& here at the close of
The 4th year
Am writing this last long
Poem no.60
In the plaza café
Bugged by flies
I look up now & again
To watch old men
Shuffle by
VIII
From the
Wholly Communion
That technicolored
Dream dawn
To the Vrillion
Transmission
Cutting into the
Early evening news
With an alien
Warning
The underground
Was real
And populated
Back then
& now when
Almost all
Thoughts are
Spoken & known
What is there
Left to stumble
upon?
Connelly´s
Pram in the hall
Grounds some
In airport fog
The grind
The slow hill
Of work
Wears the rest
Of us down
Some look for
Credit in the
Straight world
A sugar daddy
A ride on the ever
Turning carousel
Atop a dead eyed
Painted horse
Some go crazy
Gut shot in
Crow fields
Like poor
Van Gogh
Worn down
And sick
Of operating
At a loss
IX
And now the clouds
Are coming to eat
My house
The windowsill
Committee
Has
Gathered
In chorus they
Sing
´fat boy, fat boy
Put down your
Pencil & come
Outside´
& hearing them
I do.
Copyright © Robert Lawson | Year Posted 2017
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