BLUE BLAZES

Always philandering here—scuzzy,
poor among people
and creatures,

and the seasonal trees,
and ever the gray sidewalks—I endeavor 
to enumerate the way;

graceless,
incognito,
moving to conjure—wizardlike,

if only because—wielding in secret 
the fat and 
abundant wand of my art,

I yearn not merely 
to explain generosity—tallying all!

but stockpiling none of of it

and certainly 
stemming no flow—

but to remain 

downright compelling! And

Impressive to you, no? Maybe

even enviably so?—As I point and shoot to get

yet another flame going—
not intending 
to burn away,

but rather
to illuminate 
something—everyday.