I'm reading about young rich
fashionable people
geniuses, some say,
getting married
in a daydream situation

I become very annoyed...

She had the stylist, a close family friend,

Sew seven bells into her hair with

Gold and ivory thread

As a reprise of her seven vows

a reprise in fairytale numbers for

young creatives

going full-blown rumpelstiltskin
in the Catskills or wherever

spinning gold thread into braided brides

I am not exactly alien
but still I roll my eyes to the sky

                                    it’s true

only someone comfortable enough would

get mad about a beautiful thing

climbing down my mountain,
I close my eyes
and watch the sunspots slide down inside

these times are hard 
these times are hard for staying
these times are hard for getting humble

I’ll tell you what I’m not mad about

some salmon I know
born in a California creek

who swim to Japan one year

and back the next

a swim per lifetime

                                   

and the small town politics over
construction upon the creek
some saying more buildings please,
calling themselves pro-fish 
and pro-family

so I find me and mine,
in love with everything dying,

standing firmly with the fish
and against the family

let's see some families swim to Japan and back

to the same creek
like the point of a needle on God's thumb

if God's thumb were only there
two or three months out of the year

I point to the creek and say to someone
it's dry now because it only
shows up in winter
They said it's January

Well that's California for you
so I guess I'm with the creek too,
considering it might be dead

Where are the seven bells
the golden thread
for the creek,
might we perform a wedding
on either bank
to love and to cherish

might we carve signs that say
come out from behind your little family

we might carve a sign
but the salmon swim
a circle till they die