The Most Energetic Band I Ever Saw

The Hours Before the Blizzard

We seem to be all
shooting one another here
in the land of plenty

Meanwhile, there's a blizzard bearing down
and the media is making it sound like the end of the world
every one's driving stupid, buying gasoline, honking horns
rushing about, hoarding food and snow shovels.

Outside it's calm, and I'm using the car headlights
to pour five gallons of diesel fuel into the oil tank
because I let the oil run down to nothing again,

I buy some bread and lunch meat,
some bananas and spinach and there's wine,
my checking account is empty and the credit cards are
approaching maximum capacity.

GET IN THE VAN

Wild

A bobcat bounded across the road
furiously intent on getting out of
the path of my headlights, my wheels,

Taut, thick limbed, ferocity
she earns what she eats.

A complete and perfect being,
what excuse is there for us?

She's hunting tonight
the backyards of Belchertown.

Refreshed

This morning after a busy night
of anxious and wordy dreaming
I find him smiling from the couch
and within a few minutes telling me
everything of the past week
noticing the dusting of snow
fallen overnight and a tree
filled with five early Robins
bearing possibility and hope.

Running Out Of Road

Your kind of money
seems to only be capable
of digging holes.

I need some
of the kind
that builds castles.

Shit.

Never Listened To This All The Way Through Before