what to do

[7-24-08 - 846pm]


what to do
what shall i do

put a stamp on the letter
to be mailed
to avoid it going on my
credit report
the letter said.

do my chore
which is emptying the
clean dishes from the dishwasher.

let me go do those two things
and ill be back to write more lines

the tactile is not empty space
a bird flys by my window
the lights go on and off

btw, i did those chores
i was talking about
and it was easier because i told you
about them and turned them
into art

chores are hard
and doing things
anything is hard

the daily stuff of life
is near impossible

i poured myself a glass of
absenthe
to deal with this
doing the stuff of life.

we have no choice but to do it
that is what we must do
that is what we have to do
that is what we do do.

everyday, as we hack our way
through the jungle of stuff
that makes up our lives

we are flooded by paper work
from the mail box

we hack through it
with greater and lessser
degrees of success.

we have a baby and then hack
through the paper work

we break a leg or get a kidney stone
and then hack through
the paper work
the material manifestation of this
stuff of life, that we do, that i'm talking
about.

i was at a loss as to what to do
i had the question of what do i do
next.

and this poem is what came out of this
question.

the light in my room is going
on and off
as i type this
indicating that something is wrong with the
light fixuture.

this means, something more to do
more stuff of life
to do.

and more paper work.