PAST THE BARRICADE

November 29, 2015

I bet, when it’s time to settle up

&  I’m front & back  up against the barricade,

I bet, I dare  to gawk and glare

Past the barricade.

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I’ll scarcely be scared

Or  ever

The least bit biblically

Humbled by heaven.

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I would

I could not  certainly  see

The  foals  and fawns there,

Pups,  piglets,

&  All our infants.

Eaglets  soar  there

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Uncharacteristically,

I would not mind waiting.

still

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.          (2012)

MUY GOOD JOKE

October 6, 2015

picasso  is said to have said

“Art  is the lie that tells the truth”.

seems  if he did, seems valid.

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(Though  some tries  along these lines

can only shine as sly & slippery lies)

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His muy good joke/

& lucky for our sake/

Actually/  the accidental times

us/  Fog & smoke machines make

bonfire smoke signals rise up

until unreasonably  sound  Beauty clears/

Us holding the pen? we’re  without a net nor warm blanket.

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Sure, sweating stallions are dynamic

& may have beauty

but some  Clomp! the blossoms

god & me made.

clods  now

GUTS FOR LOVE (revisited)

September 30, 2015

 

REFUSING  DAWN  and    GUTS  FOR  LOVE

i)
I can Recognize, but hell,  I can’t Realize so well.
I’d drink more coffee but my cardiologist insists I don’t
I’d drink more coffee but my heart man prescribes “not so smart, man”.

I’d think more whiskey would push me to bask at last in a primal light,

but my general practitioner generally frowns about practicing until I get it right.

I’d read more but eyes see less.. I digress,

I’d come 2/pray more/give in/give more/dream-sleep in/weep for once/

walk the lit dark like I used to/ take the darklight I’ve refused to.

I can Recognize, but hell,

I don’t Realize so well.

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ii)

Right away I’ve forgiven

What I’ve been given.

I might say I’ll take it

What I might now have.

I’ve taken my lot, my vacant lot.

And I’ll water down the ardent growths

That break through spots, my weakest spots.

I’ll wander down the advent of loss.

I’ll instill my wander  with intent.

I’ll start to still instill my wander with intent.

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(from 2009 & 2010)

 

 

 

“If you’re really listening, if you’re awake to the poignant beauty of the world,
you’re heart breaks regularly” -Andrew Harvey
since I’ve always remedied the conscious agonies of knowing the world is filled with misery with a simple
but there is beauty in the world.
a child smiles in one of those shopping cart seats in a grocery store, one of those secret connection smiles,simple innocent soul to burdoned soul and I’m AOK for a moment.

 

 

 

SATCHEL FOR EDEN

September 28, 2015

I’ll  need  my  hands

& Head  steady

& more  to go love her thoroughly

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I’ll need my plans

A hearty  readier

& more  to go love her thoroughly

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I’ll  want  my  resolve

All-present  &  purring

& more  to go love her thoroughly

I’ll want to involve

All meant  to insure our true curing

All to cement our surely spent curing

SOLID THINGS DO

September 19, 2015

There’s this secret I’ve kept so discreet

From lovers, & brothers, & mothers.

I’ve mis managed to become  so mum

It was only clearer to me

After  self therapy

The  other day,  or another.

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From  this  encompassing  dream,

I   finally  wanted

All the  solid things  I was sold  to get,

When it’s important  to want one.

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I   Get

Silk  batik ties, Italian silk shirts,

Dead men’s tweed  jackets,

Dry cleaned,  & all in the closet.

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I  Wait For And Get

Too new Peter & P.J., Gabriel and Harvey,

Unheard of, they’re still in their jacket.

Too new Laurie Anderson, Richard Thompson,

Unheard of, they’re still in their jacket.

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I  Waited  For  &  Get a

Big  Bio book   of Elliott Smith,

and the case is still closed

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I   Get

New  Yorker’s

Drawings  &  Captions

All of them  (All these years)

Data   on   disc

unplayed  &  unsmiled  to. (sadly)

I   Got

New  Yorker’s

Drawings  & Captions

The Board Game…

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Why  I  With-hold

All  that  pleasure,

I haven’t a clue.

It’s half-like  half-holding  love

At arm’s length,

& watching it  do

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C R U M B L E D

August 29, 2015

When my time’s up,

I bet, When it’s time to settle up,

&  I’m front & back  up against the barricade,

I bet, I dare  to gawk and glare

Past the barricade.

.

I’ll scarcely be scared

Or  ever

The least bit biblically

Humbled by heaven.

.

I would

I could not  certainly see

The  foals  and fawns there,

Pups,  piglets,

&  All our infants.

Eaglets  soar  there

.

uncharacteristically,

I would not mind waiting.

still

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“Very little grows on jagged rock                                                                                                                                        Be  Grounded                                                                                                                                                                      Be  crumbled                                                                                                                                                                   So wildflowers will come up                                                                                                                                             Where you are”

-RUMI

S U S P E C T M A N

August 19, 2015

To those I try to love, & back.

One ought to honor one of us.

I will brave..then save embraces

before I leave,  For I believe

That by my storing away  more  rare  mercy,

Like a stout man stocks a pantry,

This sustains this suspect man, surely.

Make that..his take  on  “surely”

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(from 2009)

THE SACRISTY

August 3, 2015

Toe heel  toe heel towards

Light in the woods

Right around  leaves, debris. Eyes downward.

I mean to  indianwalk  to the sacristy.

There,  Icon art  & artifice

May not or may marshall  my resources

To  may not or may dispel my discordance.

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I  just  could  crest  over  woods

Over  me

CATCH AND REALIZE

July 30, 2015

A Night ago my big  ole  moon goes

Right  gauze-skirting inside a night cloud

Once I saw this sight,  I Wowed,

“It’s a black & white flicker.

It’s a late, late, late show. It’s  ‘The Letter’,

‘I walked With A Zombie’,  and ‘The Third Man’.

Something  is  going  on.

As under magicians’  handkerchiefs.

Something  is  gonna  happen.

We go darker into shadow,

&  It’s Imminent  &  Soon,

If we should  just  catch & notice

God’s shiny icon  in a gauze skirt

AN APPLE FOR HER

July 28, 2015

One apple, one all too ready for it’s own  fall,

Rolled  towards  him.

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Looking up from his hands, all

His distresses, in this Rousseau Tableau of his;

Big leaves, big cats, his own lions;

Lively  definitive  lines,

Staged amidst his hazy distress.

Staged front and neat, his sweet fruit…

His  way for his fall

Up.

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.                                         (2009 & now)