Today jumped over yesterday
so I don’t know where I am.
I’m missing the punctuation,
and yesterday is on the prowl,
looking for its sense of time.
Yesterday asked me if I lived alone
and I said, No, I live with time and place.
As the day went on, I got lost
in what sense I was writing.
Probably the past sense.
Sometimes there are no rules, I was reminded.
The present sense has remained full of its rules
and I want to break them all.
Can I say that a fire burns in my pens?
Or am I thinking in some other sense?
From: Dreams, Shaky Memories,
& Stumbling Into A Wilderness
Unpub. MS p. 28
