Autobiography

I was born in the endless mountains

And from there developed an endless

Need to be held between valleys

Lehigh, Lehigh, lama sabachtani ?

Teenage Mary Magdalene, seduced

By the Lutheran lighting tech, I

Still sing the passion play songs 

And feel wild enough to get to heaven

Julianne and I paced the overflow pond

In halter tops and platform sandals

I always picture her nose deep in sick lit

Perched in an apple tree, one leg swinging

Before Applewood sold the orchard

Suffer Fools Gladly

One year my report said

doesn't suffer fools gladly

and this, I was led to 

understand was something

to do with impatience 

but I grew to enjoy how

the broadening details of this 

fleshed me out.

But to not suffer means you

have to be with the fools

too and be one as well,

to not suffer fools is to 

be around the same people

for long enough to feel

committed to decrying

their foolishness and if

you've been around that

long, you've most likely

let your guard down you

yourself and you've probably

said or done something you've

later regretted or perhaps

you've contradicted yourself,

several times, or become wrapped

up in some kind of blatant

hypocrisy and I think about the

utter conviction needed to

seem foolish and then also

the same for huffing out of 

a room and feeling like 

the energy is too much.