whole poetry

climbing into my poetry hole
to escape the damage of mis-
used time, with used cars in
the driveway, the hiway seem
s so accurate it interesting

climbing into my poetry hole
i count the roots i have see
n in the dirt above me as my
words ring in my head, i lov
e sine language, numbers and

climbing down into my poetry
i seem to have lost all mean
s of knowing what time it is
soft knowledge is dangerous,
also - perhaps too loudly, i

climb into my poetry hole to
try to pass the time product
ively, lively, living in the
present as to live anywhere.