Still  and  night  wind/

And still standing in/ Deep in the shadow end/

Waiting in the wading pool To see my moon bounce to me some/

 

Wait!  At the airport bar the atmosphere swooned bountiful/

Maybe sating   metaphoring mating whoring fourth down plays/

Bountifully Enhanced  Last Chancing that face it,  basicly it’s too late not to dare/

Back here I’m not so rough, I swoon my own way, I tarry, and my moon’s enough

Jared French, Clinton, by PaJaMa

(photo credit/Jared French/ Clinton)

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.mangata: reflection of the moon on the sea at night (Swedish)

 

 

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A D R I F T

September 18, 2015

I swear  it’s Clara

I see clearly on the ceiling

Before I embark onto

Darkening  streams

To  a dream where Clara is nearer

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I splash up, plop a step up,

&  Stand up on her shore

&  Stretch erect  on her far shore.

AN APPLE FOR HER

July 28, 2015

One apple, one all too ready for it’s own  fall,

Rolled  towards  him.

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Looking up from his hands, all

His distresses, in this Rousseau Tableau of his;

Big leaves, big cats, his own lions;

Lively  definitive  lines,

Staged amidst his hazy distress.

Staged front and neat, his sweet fruit…

His  way for his fall

Up.

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.                                         (2009 & now)

There’s a face  in a film,

Her face in a crowd

Offsets all in wrecked angles

Enough to stun me  out loud.

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And lord, the line or two you are afforded

Naturally won’t match words under,

Your subtitles won’t ride well  just under

The sexy subtexts,  In your countenance.

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Her hard words, Her straight stare;

She’s Eastern European—-Somewhere.

I can take & warmweather that stare,.

If she were here she’d share that stare.

If we were us,   we’d share our  sure and nervous  west/east stare.