my life's work

it's cold
and a man must sleep
but first
but pause, but because
as these limbs carry me
they acknowledge their pact
with the ground with the round
world green giving,
world i've given giving, in it,
living--

this space this place perfect
like a hand with a red dirt \wish
with red with blue yarnward
thoughts of barns laymen
& cold, now warm blankets
i'm old but young living
and young but old given,
in years I'll become (in it),
until then enjoy written
words, my life's working
words, my life's work, fin.

Tam dam spat

in the town of Tam
preachers speak of a scam
they don't like the dam
but the preacher be damned!

frankly, i don't give a dam
said the dam-man, goddam
he don't have a pencil, he
don't have a plan, but his
man do -- does -- to stop-up
and ran -- meaning run -- to
get the fuck out of Tam.