Too Hot For The Winter (in four parts)

I.
The peak is music - sounds experiential
(film stands above - necessitating skills absent)
Photography fills satisfying yet elusive niche - daily junk fixture

In desperate artistic moments the written, English, word
can prevent the fragile card haus from exposure, collapse, and ruin
Poetry cleanses although "poetry" is just a word

too light of weight
too buoyant
too undernourished
too underwhelming
too misused and diluted
as words "art", "god", "car"

We have nothing
We have ideas
Ideas are nothing

II.
Another "last warm day of winter"
Another "positive unintended consequence of global warming day"
Another day where if it all ended a shrug would mean "Good enough"

Bookers
Editors
Managers
Owners
Agents
Negotiators

Plateau of the instincts
Neither dull nor sharp
Judgments

Sometimes there's just nothing
Notions to accept
Notions to reject

Nothing
Nothing

III.
The unintended consequences of the American dream
[Nelliken Wernecke former Lutheran Queen]
Dying in place as the world goes onward somewhere

Every one so distracted

inwardly
to pinpoints
so surprised by
Things
and so easily frightened by
Things

Only in America
to have friends
must be a thing -- a beautiful thing

IV.
So much observation
explained by so
Little Information

So much information
gained by so
Little Observation

Reconciliations of
Disdain (for people) and
Need (for people)

I wonder if sitting in the very same place long enough
Results in the world coming to you -- eventually?
Too hot for the winter