CRUMBLED SOME

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.

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.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

 

LOST WELL-WORN MARCHING SONG

September 28, 2016

Again  I  find  I’m

Lost on well-worn winding paths

& all the while

I  maintain  pathos,

&  I’ve  one  uncertain  smile,

Plus  tumultuous

Sturm  und  Drang,

Alongside a martyr’s song  he sang

Just under his last breath.

things people love

July 15, 2016

It’s pitchblack  and a pigeon

or  a  dove

Sits on this dashboard

in  this  car.

It looked enough like those stuffed

things  people  love.

I was thinking nothing of it

When it swelled full, far enough

For it to suggest to me,

Her filling full breast  told me this…

Her pulling my eyes to her,

Boldly, for both of us.

Oddly, the thing was fiery  in this dark.

Wings,  fiercely & stark.

They Open,  then  HeaveOut   one open hole.

Gone, she would leave one mark here

On this darkback soul

&  road.

 

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

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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.

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When I’m

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

To behold

We’re meant, both,

Silent partners in this stronghold.

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.                 (from 2010)

 

 

 

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

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HEY, ONE FACT/ CRAYON BOX

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

 

RESIGNEDLY

January 19, 2016

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He’d decidedly stacked shards

Of hardly shattered shiny silver glass

Resignedly, back bent on his knees on the dark

Street  boxing in the block he stayed on  for now

CATCH AND NOTICE

December 28, 2015

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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

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.                                         (FROM YEARS AGO) (image: g.r.melvin)

BEAUTY IN BLACK

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.

 

 

 

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( Rockwell Kent, “The Lovers” 1928 wood engraving on paper)
for mom & daddy