rest of the good

Planet full of people
making cheese and wine
and things taking years.
Down scales populating
black and white musical
traditions founded by
mango eaters and shit tossers
who took a long time
coming up with the trumpet
and its cumulus.

Worked on Father's Day
it's not really the same
as fathering but they
the cubs and chicks
whose parents shit
on them needed dinner
spaghetti for some and steak
depending on their diet
calorie intake is everything
when you're locked up.

This room has nine sides
stolen signs on each
choices I guess for leaning on
and two lights wrong
for writing what's coming
say it anyway insisting
she is out there
ear behind the page
stitch in nine saving
the slave of time.

Night reminds me I
can't say the trees
in the night wind are
or are not the same
as what blew around
and over me when I was
arriving at a campsite
in another state
trusting without choice
mom and dad driving.

The noise was
the same anyway.
Love and kiss and
the rest of the good
in good night without
the good in the night
in the best of nights
without being without
the one who with
you wish you were.

Too tired to spell
to take off pants
to let it out I slice
bread for butter and butter
for bread shut up
about it not being a meal
we are about to
howl and wolf down
someone's strange guitar
picked like fruit.

Plain as pain
in and out of blankets
a leg one of two
in concert with invisible
good making the best
of a night in the wind
spelled on top
of the world well known
for making the best
of the dark temptation.

The noise was
the same anyway.
Love and kiss and
the rest of the good
in good night without
the good in the night
in the best of nights
without being without
the one who with
you wish you were.