Bob Creeley Breakthrough
This is going well today
I mean the fingers typing
and the face smiling
and the breath going in and out
like a nice girl on a date
who for the first time removes
her blouse, but your heart
is pounding so hard you
except a mental
---Bob, go away
so I can see this girl and do
whatever it is I’m supposed to
do. Your line breaks
are making it
Thinking about the Moon
As a child I thought the moon
existed only at night:
there it was
in the dark sky.
When I saw it in daytime
I knew it was the moon
but it wasn’t the real one.
It was that other one.
The real moon had moonlight,
silver and blue
And the full moon was so big
it seemed close, but
to what? (I didn’t know
I was on Earth).
The Idea of Being Hurled at Key West
What if she, in her magnificence,
picked you up and held you high aloft
in a glittering instant, then, with
a grunt, threw you down the beach
two hundred yards, to where
the stars are now both in the sky
and circling round your head as she
comes loping down the long decline
to pick you up and hurl you once again?
It's funny when the mind thinks about the psyche,
as if a grasshopper could ponder a helicopter.
It's a bad idea to fall asleep
while flying a helicopter:
when you wake up, the helicopter is gone
and you are too, left behind in a dream,
and there is no way to catch up,
for catching up doesn't figure
in the scheme of things. You are
who you are, right now,
and the mind is so scared it closes its eyes
and then forgets it has eyes
and the grasshopper, the one that thinks
you're a helicopter, leaps onto your back!
He is a brave little grasshopper
and he never sleeps
for the poem he writes is the act
of always being awake, better than anything
you could ever write or do.
Then he springs away.
All poems courtesy of Coffee House Press, publishers of his Collected Poems, 2013.