October 19, 2016
It’s more than coincidence how
That “pillow” rhymes/w “shadow”.
If I had to,
& the sense to know,
I’d set dark dreams aside.
If I lied some, & thought things
All tied up,
I’d fake it some, I’d hope
For a wide enough break,
& loose rope,
& in this broken cup
I hold my spirits up.
.Heraclitus: “ the essence of things has the habit to hide”
“Very little grows on jagged rock/Be grounded/Be crumbled/
So wildflowers will come up” -Rumi
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
Advent, even I wait on as
Silent Partner in this stronghold.
Before I go on,
I’ll go on & make sure
The blinds are drawn.
Aware/Awake It’s gone cold,
For me to know it,
I’ll go on & need you some
I’ll go on & remind me some
I’ll go and turn my life down some
I’ll sit myself down until
I’ll see myself still enough
We’re meant, both,
Silent partners in this stronghold.
. (from 2010)
February 24, 2016
Trouser Cuffs, turquoise moor muddy.
Shuddering shadow. He is soon just
A moonlit man. Trapped door
Was his “I’m not here” fuss.
Dry sob. & In a stall.
I marshal his resources for
All outdoors All
January 27, 2016
On a rough rainy predawn day
Back too tough on me maybe
Allowed out back fuh full moon
Is enshrouded. dire.
Tho’ I’m too low on melatonin
Dawn, I’ll get my crayon box
Out & rub out
A prairie fire
December 28, 2015
Nights ago my big ole moon goes
right gauze-skirting inside a night cloud
Once I saw this, honestly,
It’s a black & white flicker
It’s a late, late, late show. It’s “The Letter”,
“I walked With A Zombie”, “The Third Man”,
Something is going on
Like under a magicians handkerchief
Something is gonna happen
We go darker into shadow
& It’s Eminent & Soon
If we should just catch & notice
god’s shiny icon in a gauze skirt
. (FROM YEARS AGO) (image: g.r.melvin)
December 5, 2015
If you’re tired to talk
If it’s too late for listening
My little time to tell you
But I think I just must tell you both
My dreams were dark no darker
Much darker than your bedroom
I’m afraid and I need to tell you
I want to tell you to hug me
And to let me under your blankets.
One morning I saw you and they were off
I stood and stared
You were the very best thing I ever saw
Both of you were so good I cried.
I don’t want to wake you
Just my little time to tell you both
My dreams were dark no darker.