where all the flowers grow

[sweetwater]

hand painting composites in the abstraction
as if words themselves are a delightful holiday
from the absurdities of living in a commune of calligraphy

was it more to do with the nine or two complaints
in watercolour or acrylic blue or red and maybe even green

as if colour stated itself as a design on the mind
other than to say

that was a very colourful representation

the scatalogical complaint of the critic
becomes the colourful abstraction

best expressed in sign painting and smiles
for the advertisement of the literal metaphor

the literal metaphor ...
the great mountain of literature
and nose piercing

names we ascribe to the challenges
of a modern education

who and what we choose to call and elicit names
in the endemic proposition of culture
enjoying their new found rights and freedoms

the denial is necessary
lest it be construed as art

the style is purposeful and poignantly
pleasant

in that it determines the complexity
of pronounciation

as to whether
schooling was a good idea in the first place

...

i wanted to be many things in the course
of a long history with the pen

the pen that became the typewriter
that became the processor

that became a cloud writing itself
as artificial

and many mornings of some run on

seemingly in the seeming sensationalization sweet
like safron and sugary food items

and decidely delicious donuts dipped in droplets
of rain

that showered itself with feigned importance
and the credit of some great enterprise

...

the undertakings of the moon
created instant coffee kraft dinner
and microwave ovens

as socialization

the community itself became transformed
and transubstantial

troubled by a youthful exuerberance
extricating itself from
the prison of puritanical sentiments

how are you today
just thought i'd intercede at this point
to sip my coffee and complain
about the cost of rising groceries

to no avail and to nothing
i must carry on though it is not good advice

big yawn in the waking
excuse me i must partake
upon the throne of contemplation

and have a poop

...

somewhere along the road there became
this idea

much like life itself

it goes on without us

through all of our complaints
like this here now

right here
right now

life much an exceedingly boring conversation
with the 'inconsiderates' postulating
a confederacy of ingracious ink stains

and ignominously ignoble igs of icking

we like the rest of us
as if we could surmise the entire treaty
of good reason

become ourselves in the end to explain
that there is nothing to explain

as if painting abstractions were a great afternoon
in plato's cave watching candle light magicians
perform miracles of light and shadows

for the amusement of a critical mass
creating an economy out of long winded
exegesis

as if i know what that word means

paroxysms aside and paradoxes and through smiling
contradictions

capitulating the crust and crumbling infrastructure
of the executive director

the firm resigned its position
for a a real estate venture in criminal
protection programs

and designed itself a budget
and called itself

government

i must stop here
as it seems i getting political

which not only in bad taste

but not a good way to beging the morning

i do apologise
but it seems

it is nice to get lost at some point
and along the way

WHERE ALL THE FLOWERS GROW