My Pathological Honesty

Ray Bub

Warmth is too much
But cold is not nearly enough.
I wish I were hot. 

Truth is my only defense.
Poor it is against events.

A pike swam deep through silence,
Light in liquid glass.

Can fish be lonely?  I think whales can.
Sweet dolphins dance 
On color-strewn sand.

I love the craggy bergs
But shiver to think of their hearts in words.

Spring is my favorite time.
Oceans scare me, expanses, crime.

Love is an empty room.
So many strings,
A disorganized loom.

Birds, fish, rock formations
Make the best friends without complications.

I’m interested in what you do
More than in changes we go through.

Impermanence, icebergs, continental shelf,
Love, airplanes, temporary wealth,
Autos, flesh, cold storage vaults,
Earthquakes, humans, faults.