I’m no man who takes stock

Or should be shocked by

Omens.

But I bet it was  one day

Or less,  I honestly met

Two unlucky others having,

Both, unlikely christian names..

Both  “Heaven”.

I take it I’m not too long

On this old

Achy world?

Just because I joked

Last night  at friends

Arthritis in my hands

Might makes it easier

It takes not so slow

To let go of the rail?

 

 

 

AFTER SHE LEFT (Excerpt 1)

August 23, 2016

It’s nonsense you live on

As a sensitive one

False walls should fall

As you give pause to yr farce

I doubt insulation bubbles

Pop so fun  when you can’t stop so

And  open  up

Wounds  et al.

 

PORTENDING A PORTAL

August 16, 2016

 

 

When the carousel  comes to where…

When the maelstrom makes certain turns to…

“This is where I came in!”

I’ll quip, and wink, and break up the fourth wall

I’ll step off,  & start off,  forcing a freefall,

& any form of  free  I will welcome.

If I find my feet  I can become

A pilgrim  on path,

A pilgrim back  filling his path.

 

REVISITATION

August 16, 2016

 

If You’ll find  it’s kinda fate  you kinda understand.

You’ll knock the gun out of the goombah’s hand.

It’s sent to the pavement

Between you   and all the rest.

When you wrestle it from circumstance

Then Do you got the go to go the distance?

 

FROM PROVIDENCE TO HALIFAX

August 11, 2016

When it’s come to

Coming to in a ditch  without bruises from a beating

& the new thorns are actual thorns

& not all metaphorical ones

All I knew then   I once was thinking

I’d drink my way from Providence to Halifax

.

An  “attendant” was sure hell bent

On adjusting my posture

The arms that aimed to secure mine;

They’re hardly hair-free like hers was, were soft. freckled and warm.

 

 

of all the lies

in the air

that this liar

is truely unaware of

(is  ’truely’  the right word?)

of all the lies

casual and caressing there

the air currents  n

night-blooming jasmine

(is  ’current’  the correct word?)

the stolen ones, emboldened lies

(I’ve told em. All alchemy.)

are all born, arabesque,

of an open pen pumping onto paper,

.

from nothing.

S A D D I S H

August 8, 2016

 

“It’s a desperately vexatious thing, that after all one’s reflections and quiet determinations, we should be ruled by moods that one can’t calculate on beforehand.” ―

                                                           George Eliot, Adam Bede  

.

She’s  pulling  up  stakes.

For fulfilling dreams wait for her there.

Somewhere else.  Somewhere farther

From this dry dream here.

I love her so I can let it go.

From two hundred to twelve hundred

Miles to walk, away.

.

1

It  stands  to  reason  that

I understand  It’s a good plan  to move,

It gets me in the throat.

.

2

I  could  call  it  logical.

get it./ We’ve yet to use unwise  love.

“I’ve got a good hooded coat.”

.

3

I  guess  it  makes  some  sense.

It gets me to make  no move.

It got me in my throat.

.

.

It’s all  a saddish  & maddening wishing well.

I’m still a man

Who can sit so still

 

 

 

YES, THE SEQUENCES GO

August 4, 2016

 

 

 

Yes, the sequences go, this set’s pro-

gressing.  We stand in our streams,

Study up our storm weather,

We’re all under the weather.

Yes, the compass is off-putting.

Yet we’ll Guess & fully dare  come push there the river?

We’ll willfully  dare   footing?

Or go on down   downflow?

Or go on

.

A D A P T I O N

July 31, 2016

 

 

Ink can slip onto  and stain a page

I think it might permeate a world around

It that can see it then re-see it  new

and adapt it to a stage.

The symbals clash, the lights rush up. Both Astound

A staring crowd.    So start up yr. casual

Stroll from the wings, not forgetting yr. casual

Role.

 

 

.

.

(from 6 yrs ago)

Some Absorbing Errand

July 23, 2016

True happiness we are told, consists  getting out of oneself, but the point is not only to get out- you must stay out; and to stay out you must have some absorbing errand.”

-Henry James, from “Roderick Hudson”

 

.

Let the record show

 

Too wretched still/ 2 weeks sans coastal sunsets/

To wreath Night’s long door/  I long for

The right time alone  & wait &

As I wait/ I’ll eliminate/ obvious suspects

Crowding my space I’ve longed for/

To my credit the thing about editing out

All the non essential/ It’s Everywhere/

A lot easy to pivot w/pen  then slice there/

I thot I can stick to plans/

Mic down the music some/ work that blinds slats/

Then I’ll recede that

Loveleaking hand off a needy cat and/

Speaking of love, lean forward & force

A poem to her.

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