halfway through 2008

I have a toothache THE CANCER'S GONE i have a toothache yaeah

IN THE ROOM I RIDE

"Well, Sirrah! move back, there is scarce room to ride."
-- from “The Fool Errant”
Amy Lowell

from here I cannot
see the kingdom sky
with my eyes the roof
stops rain and light too

stops outside where the
cars park and birds fly
tar and air grass and
clouds the cheer and boo

of every where
and every when
on this watery
ball where I can run

in circles circling
counting bits of ten
the base that speaks of
being done on earth

home of the brave king-
dom of drive I can
not see past the room
the work shop of words

waiting for glory
to arrive for the
power of old stars
to end stop but there’s

a surge against the
enjambment edging
air of dark heaven
luring in the light

in the room I ride

the broom of love



Make Much of Time
by Robert Herrick
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying,
And this same flower that smiles today,
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
and while ye may, go lay with me;
For having lost just once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.