Reasons For Leaving Poem by Warren Falcon

for Andy
far flung from
Black Mountain,
Charles Olson
in mind, quoth -

'I come back to the geography of it...
An American is a complex of occasions,
themselves a geometry
of spatial nature.' - from 'Maximus to Gloucester, Letter 27'

*

You lost
again
poor boy
in way out
places

Better there
than lost
in familiar
here/now
such is NYC
East 10th
unsoothed

sore -


Writing (is)
bitterness mixed

& prayer

such is
personal
geography

how life can
somehow go
but one can
either resist
or flow
with it
feeling

Deity

(is)

the
Greater Current
ripping all
cloying maps
clawing hand
from roots
on banks
worn by
Greater Intention

One relents

may like
Jonah lie
spent
still defiant
under

withered
gourd vines
such are
poem-shades

Still
the dreaded
Nineveh volks
repenteth

Not I

No 'shed I'

but

El Shaddai**

Effective what?

Indeed more
God's work
thanhalf-hearted
attempt to
convert rivers
alter courses
egos

when
mine own
is still
wrenched

in Sacred Grip

All's well
that ends
swell or is
swollen
with a
modicum
of sensation

Of your
wanderings

tis boon
to read of

just here

to be
anywhere
but here

but intent
is to bear
this where

enduring 'why? '
still celebrating
breath

sky

sidewalk
generously
allowing

my weight

**Hebrew for 'God of the mountain', & 'God Almighty'.
The root word 'shadad' means 'to overpower'
or 'to destroy'. This would give Shaddai the meaning
of 'destroyer', representing one of the aspects of God