I’m no man who takes stock

Or should be shocked by

Omens.

But I bet it was  one day

Or less,  I honestly met

Two unlucky others having,

Both, unlikely christian names..

Both  “Heaven”.

I take it I’m not too long

On this old

Achy world?

Just because I joked

Last night  at friends

Arthritis in my hands

Might makes it easier

It takes not so slow

To let go of the rail?

 

 

 

 

I got word from my brother,

A suggestion from one lover;

It’s still  finely time to fill in those spaces,

I will take on cyber lawyers, to fill out a cyber will.

 

My cards splayed out on tables,

A gasp goes down  ’round the drawn crowd,

As they turn to peak at my color

Already leaking from my face.

It may be that they maybe wait.

.

.

Something. I turn up  to yearn her coming  colour,

Sumptuously  flushing her chest and her cheek.

I can very hardly wait.

She’ll  start  to  try  to  speak…

And I’ll find and see

All in all, the riches mined & left shining

After finalities,

Are just filthy lucre

Aside memories

 

“MOCK CRASH UNFOLDS”

April 12, 2016

“Mock  Crash  Unfolds”

Made an edit

For a column lead-in

And something to scan

While we gentlemen wait

For counsel

At the bank

Older gentlemen of a certain age

Encouragedly unemployed now

The headlines heralded some rescue drill

Trained Emergency people

Acted out on some sunnier afternoon

BOWIE

January 11, 2016

 

bowie does Jacque Brel in 73/ RIP, M’MainMan

 

 

.

.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MAN DOWN

January 9, 2016

He’d foreseen that

At the time that  the finest human being

He’d known

Had gone

.

He must run,

Walk from his home,

His people,

His work for money,

& Leave  to somehow grieve.

.

He’d get to his strongest car

Make it pull him somewhere North

Resist  radio music/ Go  raw/

Shunning  distraction/No drink/

Long as he could go

As  long  as    Merciful

Quiet   come

 

 

 

 

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.

.

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

.

.

.

.

.          (2012)

THEN GRACIOUS PASSION

November 24, 2015

 

 

In a time  we hide

We vent, & veer off, She & I’d,

We could   hash out   the passions of  grief.

&  Briefly we’d agree that

Like artistic  admissions,

All  grievings are respectable, gracious, acceptable   passions.

(And if all would just go

and we’d accept them so…)

Oh, Then we two could  nearly see it how it  should go.

 

 

SILENT FOR INNOCENT

November 16, 2015

Agonizingly,  A  friend, and wise king,  He

Begged  for  his  life.

I woke  &  witnessed his naked strife.

As softly he spoke out his pleas,

Softer, I called my  “All Mercy”.

.

.

If only,  as when our women grieve,

I should wear a veil, head bent.

I would shield  my  damning  grief,

And all my disillusionments.

.

.

.

.

.                                                      (from at least 5 years back

TO TOO EARLY EMPTY DAWNS

October 31, 2015

blackplaceIIIO'keefe

twist a knob on the dash

Adjust the width on the hole on the window

Just so you might  read the road’s edge

Roll down yr window, fold down yr sleeves

For this hour  at least

Fueled with guts & grace

Not to get caught  in that dead-end place

Through  too late darknesses

(onto too early empty dawns)

On to one Firecolors promise

Of  one  sunrise

,

,

,

,

,                             (image “Dark Place III” / Georgia O’Keefe)

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

.

.

.

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

-RUMI