all the new thinking
all the new
thinking is
about energy
says my
new lover
as I wonder
about
the crowd
that hovers
in the green
inbetweenness
in my head
the energetic
crew who
speak unspoken to
who volunteer
non sequiturs
when I’m mining
for the deeper thing
the regal thing
they substitute
gumshoe hoedown
or a fine toothcomb
or if I ponder
a smart sonnet
on The Institute
of Forgetting
they’ll offer
moth-eaten
feather-bedded
meat-balled
things then steer
me into Beer
Harbor and say
y’on y’one
and leave
me sprawled
unhouseled
in hybrid doubt
about the rough
and tumble of
this banquet hall
when all
I really itch
to do is
engrave
on a golden bowl
a soliloquy
on the physics
of the soul
that hilarious
white wave
on the tufted
dark of the sea
