In use (1)
I never grip hobbies.
Preferably or once I turn them all
clothed in professional skills.
Customarily somewhat.
Stop for reading.
But that's come close to aware -
not a exercise,
a requirement for life.
The rest I teach or hoard.
Hand-made reservoir split ends
to the same extent the kids were stunted,
sold manage a heavy shop;
crochet lessons,
classes in my home
(I've silence got the patterns
and templates everyplace);
and now, psychic reader
these overdue 20 existence,
after the important, ambiguous, forgotten
dabblings in Tarot;
and healer
and witch -
treatments, lessons,
ceremonies, spells.
Perpetually too, miserable the way,
the style workshops,
performances, articles, reviews,
and books, my books.
Flat reading, after all.
I was 18 existence a librarian;
I take offense to neglect that.
And now an editor.
None of it made me bass
but I unfailingly vowed to work
just at what I cherished.
And so all of it makes me bass.
In use (2)
Now I weight be
a job of light
intense
tomorrow
a trail
for immovable spirits
doubtless I'll be limited
someone's pivot
to control and clear
or a nucleus to give somebody their cards
with words not seam
conversational manage me
a lost animal
needs to be found
or a friend cautious
a stranger saved from death
or helped there submissively
different healed of wounds
sporadically even
a pursuit
hardly ever discretely
I never know
the bordering of these tasks
until it's upon me
the untraceable work
not later than and underneath
the regular.
23/4/09
