August 25, 2015
He goes to closed parties.
He knows no one. No one knows.
There his thoughts wear way too many clothes.
His anger is lock-boxed.
He’s a danger only to his own clocks.
His constant, sustaining strength
To strain out stenches
May his consequences fall, then (when they may)
May his changes happen.
February 11, 2015
It’s meant to be a pair of documents,
Y’see, But I signed both.
Caught, I could share the clench
He put on that pair of documents.
Bright lights washed this whiteish room.
The solemness thing a candle brings,
Though I searched, all the shadows had no shade in this room.
We digressed some away from
the heart of the matter
When he stressed my stories were
fog & mirror
I’m sure I concurred that if
Scenes and factors shift
From tellings to retellings,
It seems the fact is seems shifty.
“But plainly, a planned lie,
A tall Alibi, that had ironclad unchanging,
Mimicry! is one word for word bed story,
Read to children.
Isn’t that one good bet
That wins & sets the liar free”
I think he let it sink in, and then set.
“And you expect me to reject
Classic casebook investigation technique
& instead of doubting inconsistency,
Instead ..One consistent story
Is a tell tale “good bet”
for Guilty? And yet,
changing ones tune again & again is uniquely
Honest? it’s best to revise to clarify..
As one more clearly
recalls new old details?
Just as pieces of night dreams
January 31, 2015
I say I’m assuaged
By way of words, of Terse persiflage,
Those prosesy phrasings
Poets sure can conjure.. They sing
January 30, 2015
I go out of the darkness
Onto a road of darkness
Lit only by the far off
Moon on the edge of the mountain
kurati michi ni zo
haruka ni terase
yama no hi no tsuki
.(my apologies for any errors in Japanese)
January 13, 2015
Somehow stepped in cow poop.
Then a man-on-a-missionary
Also Failed to see all his true path
Also Failed to seek wholey his newest breath
Tho’ he hovers over roses,
Forever forgetting lettting out as tho’
Fire candles require no
December 4, 2014
I’m stoic & I’m stubborn. I still won’t budge.
Though, the flow & ebb of the notions of
Motion & Matter of fact
Forces a nudge.
November 19, 2014
Clad for show outside the bank
(He had to know) to hide the dirt,
In beyond the pens and clerks,
The shit considered sacrosanct.
September 25, 2014
What were they thinking
I’m not to leave town
I’m a faceted test pattern blinking
Personas of interest renown
Only to the powers that be
Ok I get cagey occasionally
Ok yet I remain w/the reminder
Of stoic stands that been
Cost monumental to just a man
imagery “Hell’s Ditch” by me