RYE INROADS

August 4, 2017

On  inroads, scraping,

& Faced with less escaping;

One  reclamation.

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I’ve  erased  all boasts

Of   encroaching  clarity.

Thought I’d caught a glimpse.

 

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Please presume It’s unsure for you as well

Assume  We’re leaning

Into Leaving

(an intangible caress)

I lean into

The careening custody  of my mess.

TERITOREALIZE

June 25, 2016

 

I’m just an ocean’s distance

Over from challenging some true

Chains  of  circumstance

I take pains to subscribe to,

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&  less than a fierceless

Suburban front lawn dog

AtTests  his  tether.

I might better set out right

At this  night’s  serious  fog.

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(from 2010)

 

It’s meant to be  a pair of documents,

Y’see, But I signed both.

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Caught, I could  share   the clench

He put on that  pair of documents.

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Bright lights washed this whiteish room.

The solemness thing   a candle brings,

Though I searched,  all the shadows had no shade in this room.

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We digressed some away from

the heart of the matter

When he stressed  my stories were

fog & mirror

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I’m sure I concurred  that if

Scenes and factors shift

From tellings to retellings,

It seems the fact is  seems shifty.

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“But plainly, a  planned  lie,

A tall Alibi, that had ironclad  unchanging,

Mimicry! is one word for word bed story,

Read to children.

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Isn’t that one good bet

That wins & sets the liar free”

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I think he let it sink in, and then set.

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“And you expect me to reject

Classic casebook investigation technique

& instead of  doubting inconsistency,

Instead ..One consistent story

Is a tell tale “good bet”

for Guilty?  And yet,

changing ones tune again & again  is uniquely

Honest?   it’s best to revise to clarify..

As one more clearly

recalls  new  old  details?

Just as pieces of night dreams

Resurface  into..Really??!”

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“Um, yes.”

THAT’S IT. END OF STORY.

November 1, 2013

We share one of those rare relationships

We find we  finish each others’ sentences

It’s  scary

Emphatically, I’ll be abit on & onto my own POV

She’ll follow it quick,

“That’s  IT.   End  of  story.”

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Got away with a walk, with a cat  not a dog.

I thirsted for thoughts of my first love, in this fog.

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It wasn’t nearly fair.

Unpleasantly, that old cat & she, they disappeared

Into  thick  air.

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