the instantiable

[sweetwater]

Life is seeming
in the seemingly active
volcanic moment ...

The Action active now ...
As I watch the
hangover sport called
golf ... On a Sunday afternoon
couch liaison

with the strange details
of previous evenings that blended
into vibrant color and
wantings ... Desiring

as to say ... If life was
an aphorism and at first you thought
to become your greatest
idea in the topical
moment and the evolved
status of identity ... Would
you change your mind when you got old
about eating fast
food greasy fries
and high caloried
diets ?

There were other
thoughts that came to
mind in the back porch of my
philosophy like painting
the car and buying a
personalized license
plate ... Presenting ideas as
registered letters to the
government that in itself the
government disagreed with ...
Or sought the clarity to absolve
themselves
of liability ... It all
came to pass as if an
orange grove in the
winter died from splendor ...
Became like branches
into a leafless wind to order
a side appetizer of caviar
on salt crackers ...
Truly drunk in the
moderate beginnings of a
Temperance movement to
survive the Monday
morning blues ...
To pass the odd cliché ...
As having philosophical
merit ... Something worth
remembering ... Long pass
the days of summer's end ...
as the hillside shined
through empty canopies of
canned apple butter ... as if
the sun were its loneliest
of friends