determination

Poetry is some way
of keeping in touch,
something to do
against staring at the wall, blankly.
It's some way
of filling loneliness
without poltics.

Ceasing endless cruising
unclean hands, making
an effort where one doesn't have to.
Activity of one's own,
much as Mother's bedroom
or twilight, Sunday evening
when one's parents feel old.

John Wieners from Nerves