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Neil McKay's Shared Poems

Insomnia as I remember it

The last time I couldn't sleep was five years ago April
Lying with my back to the woman whose bed i had shared
for twenty one years.

We both were lying, both unhappy
With the choices we made so long ago
When we were children

We both were awake now
No more narcotic dreams to give us
Misplaced hope and inertia

Since that night, I have slept well
I've felt safe, no need to keep watch
Over my treasure

Quixote

My mind is full
of a million impossible dreams
Fifty years of nonsense,
illogical desires,
vainglorious pursuits,
foolish ideas.

I should
learn to play jazz flute,
become a vegan,
open a bookstore,
run for office,
look up my old friend, Monty,
start a grassroots movement,
make a movie
go to Vegas
collect salt and pepper shakers.

But, truth be known,
I don't really want to play jazz flute
As much as I want to hear it
done well.
I don't want to own a bookstore
I just want to hang out in one
all day with nothing better to do
than wander among my friends and heros

I did go to Vegas once
that's a whole other poem
And I have a hundred hours
of video footage
of basement poetry readings
and grocery store parking lot concerts
and stories my mother told my son
while I sat with a camera.

Leave the doing to others,
What I really want
Is to be a witness.

U.S. Grant

Once, after winning the Civil War,
And becoming President of the United States,
General Ulysses S. Grant invested
in a grandiose plan to bring water to California

(I'm pretty sure this is true)
By towing an iceberg from Alaska
(Neither Alaska nor California were states at the time)
He and his partner, a disreputable character named Ward,

Hired a boat, (I assume that's what they did,
I can't really remember the details)
and a captain and away they went.
(I don't believe I read anywhere that
Grant accompanied the captain on this trip)

Imagine, if you will, the look on Grant's face
When informed (likely by telegram) that the ship
arrived safely on the coast of California
(it doesn't matter where they docked. Not
for the purposes of this tale) sans iceberg.

Funny thing about icebergs, they don't last long in
warm climes. Maybe that's why there aren't any in California
with which to supplement the existing water supply.
Iceberg melted, money gone, Grant turned to the next venture.

This could have been predicted by anyone who knew Grant.
His failures far outweighed his successes
But he kept trying because his successes included
Winning the Civil War.

Marshall McLuhan must have had a cat

The cat questions me
With the persistance of a three year old.
And if it were not 4:30 in the morning,
And if he weren't standing with all his weight
on my ribcage,
And if this were not a daily routine for him,
I'd be happy to answer him.
Though the answers would mean as little to him
As his questions do to me.

I do answer him,
He doesn't seem to mind if I merely
grumble with eyes closed
Or swear and shove him off the bed
He just wants to engage me in the back and forth
of meaningless conversation
Every morning for the rest of his long life.

He has taught me this though,
Through the years of unintelligible noises
His and mine,
It's not the content of the conversation
That has meaning.

Circles

The hawk circled endlessly over my house,
Every time I looked up, he was there
Every day since returning from the little church
The little graveyard,
The little grave where we left behind
The little box of ashes.

This hawk had feathers missing from his left wing
Was he shot at? Did he escape the jaws of a cougar?
Years later, my 8 year old son and I would find
A dead hawk in the woods,
Wings spread, chest gone
Head missing. Ritual or animal?

I needed a hawk at the time,
My father was dead
Cancer, that son of a bitch,
Took him before I really knew him
I got no guidance from him
I was on my own

Except for the hawk that circled
And watched for vermin
In my yard. There must have been enough
To satisfy him, the hawk stayed for years.
Until we moved to Custer
Where we found his dead brother

My son and I.
We found him.
We left him behind.
We moved on
But we are still together
My son and I

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