Labyrinth

August 01, 2020
I got turned around in 
The labyrinth today.
How the fuck did 
That happen?

Writing a poem about 
It because it’s 
Quicker than 
Writing long 

It’s hard not to
Love Los Angeles 
In the labyrinth 
When the weather’s like this. 

The passing cars
Basketball bounces 
Equanimous thoughts and feelings 
Am I really happy here? 

Or do you just have no place 
To go. I went into the 
Labyrinth with a question
Apathetic about finding an answer 

But then I got turned around 
In the labyrinth and everything 
Changed. I’ll go again if 
You go again

Ask me to draw a labyrinth 
And I get even more lost. 
Tell me sir, is your practice 
Helpful? A leading question 

Will you be in my new 
Documentary? Things you wish
You could think to say when you’re 
Walking by an acquaintance you wish was a friend   

There’s no construction 
In the labyrinth. It’s been 
Constructed, repurposed, 
And you get lost in it. 

But there’s always 
Construction 
In Los Angeles 
And we love it. 

It’s hard to love poetry
It’s not hard to love the 
Weather when it’s like this 
But poetry is hard to love 

And yet people do it, 
And some people are good 
At it and I read and 
Reread old emails to pass the time. 

I got turned around 
In the labyrinth which
You’re never supposed 
To do. 

And it was embarrassing 
Because other people 
Were around and in
The labyrinth. 

“When I think about 
This landscape, I 
Think about it moving 
In slow time...”

These beautiful 
mountains, oh these 
Unusual mountains– 
Sliding two inches a year. 

Oh to travel the 
Mountains, there’s 
More danger in the 

Mountains but walking 
The labyrinth is much 
Scarier. 

Airplane drone. 

I got turned around 
In the labyrinth 
But I’ll probably come 
Back again when I’m 
Alone to give it 
Another go.