the wanderers in the sky
o sense of wonder, planets, greek word for wandering stars — all the stars were magic to them, but planets are magic most — some things are evident to those who watch — watching every night start to notice the moving — crying orphans, no one was watching, people sitting — blue eyes — cold dark desert worlds with wild wild clouds — great and massive Jove place — grey cowled wanderers, wizards, “remember the time you met the wizard” the magician has three tricks;
Taxpayers and citizens and come on, invisible people sitting in hobo jungles too; harmonica and slide guitar; the new trash, 21st century is the flower pushing up through the cracks of the broken shiny 20th — last few pieces of starcy stuff thrown on a barbeque — do you believe in the future? work like you’ll live till 100, pray like you’ll die today … count your blessings Bobby Long, count your blessings broken city — God knows me and I know God.
Bookwright, Songwright, Wheelwright, and TS says “we shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started … and know the place for the first time.”
See what is invisible, and you will know what to write — the invisible stories, the overlooked, the living in the mind, the virtual representations — the ghosts of the minds’eye — beautiful old man, with Robert Frost’s words on my stone memory fossil:
“And were an epitaph to be my story I’d have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.” Robert Frost said that. Robert Frost said that, and now he wanders, a planet in the sky.