CONCISION IN THE COPSE

February 10, 2017

 

 

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If I lost strict control  some

I could prick all billion bubbles

If I left  my lost  some

I could remangle my mumbles

‘Till concision  at any cost cums

I’d come  to untangle dareknots

‘Till a guilt spilt relief

Stains the air & remains there

 

1 PART ALONE

October 27, 2016

 

 

 

“Where will I be  When I go back home?

Who will I see  When I’m all alone?

And What’ll I do?”

–David Crosby, from “Where Will I be?”

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The main I’ve heard

Is that people want a partner

“So I don’t die alone”

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umm, I Embrace,  Tho’ waste,  my own time.

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At the end of all my nights

I might had been clean & clever enough

For her to had laughed, and had left

Her hand on my thigh

As I wait down the night sky

Toughening up for day.

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.

 

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

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B Y

July 16, 2016

A different diffident is afoot.

But still when all’s been said

But still not done,

When waiting was a silent art worth it.

Now acting up mustn’t be shushed.

Not a tragedy of errors.

I’m fit to plot my way  by fears,

By  mist-led thoughts,  clear by hushed omens,

Past icons, on through all the usual cues,

On to unknown, outta town one way roads. less lost

BEFORE AUTHENTICITY

May 2, 2016

There’s wait  then it’s takes eight hands to handle a casket

There’s swearing  at yr insides/ & for authorities

There’s wait  when you take yr few dreams to task

Then sweating out all yr insides  before authenticity

UNBINDING

April 17, 2016

I could, by unbinding, ease up  by inches

I just could  cease finding my itches

Intolerable, and irremediable

It could  be that by trying

To untangle, to untie lines  and

That not only the knotted, like burls in an oak,

But all that nestles, like the nettles across my chest ache

I could, unbinding, unbuckle, unshackle some,

Unbridle  abit.

I  could  go.

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.                (from 2012)

this time, in this dream,

when I would finally leave

a party of mostly faces

and partly too costly embraces,

on a porch out back

I see a swirl of charcoal

an  act

of black air

over our fields

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(from 2009)

CommOnnuique’

October 4, 2015

While you come out and say

You might await some communique’

I might just wait some

To formulate  some take on

Raw data  streaming onto the tarmac

(Surreally As filmstrip spills off a reel)

This all filling files somewhere

There must be plenty

Taking place.

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Night, when there might have been plenty

Taking place

I escaped unscathed, tho’ scattered

It remains to be seen & heard

If I would make  it matter

It can be  there may be  plenty

Taking place.

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(from 2012)

ONE RUN AWAY A DAY

September 22, 2015

For where I’ve furtively gone

To see the sideshow again

A short glass is poured/

His suitcase secured/

Usual confusion loosens all the stops

To go  &  forgo this wait   or aim to

Get out the gate   and on to

The Big Top.

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.                          (from half a dozen years ago, but still not a lie)