For Allen

the eye is not a camera
in the midst of a productive morning
the sun shines on backyard dramas
clouds drift slowly across the blue
calamities are occurring, but not here

no mind is a blank slate
there is an imprinted need for color
since motion is impossible, that’ll haf’ t’ do
the world is very busy, yet indeterminate
poison is the main byproduct of success

my hands perform wonders
you would think that bare trees hold promise
time is similar to choosing which hat to wear
while changing passwords has little effect
everyone expects order, can you believe it ?

we are alone in a crowd
the curly cue shape of reality is revealed
spare change will someday be very important
yank out your insides, check them, stuff ‘em back in
miracles are routinely dissected