TRANSFIXION

June 20, 2016

I  can’t  transfix  my  P.O.V.

 

I  can’t  transfix  enough.

 

I  can  remix  some  sub dubbed  copy.

 

I’ll  crop  the  stills  until  they’re  still enough

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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)

 

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

 

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)

ADVENTUALLY

December 24, 2015

“the inevitability of
heart death and heart soar and heart sick and heart ache..”

-Evelyn Adams/

https://tenaciousiceberg.wordpress.com/2015/12/04/writers-wall-as-tall-as-the-sky/

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It could be worst

When I would hear

It from good sources,

Maybe a back-alley liar.

His last words.

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Not a sliver as clever as Wilde,

But ever so slightly, absolutely abstract & absurd

His last words

Might all have been,  “I’ve waited. Awhile.

All night. Save dawn. I’ve waited. Until

Watching was silly.

No cues came. No signs sang.

No news hit the front porch.

I waited & watched.

I still wait for bell rang.

I still hold a torch.

LOUD AS L

August 31, 2015

Had to be night

in the bad lighting.

A man & his medicine, 1st draught;

Cold staring down, living down

the old man thing.

“Don’t drown”, as I left

(trying not to laugh)

“Sure, Sometimes it’s subtle..”

trying to stop me,

“Lately, it’s loud as lightning”

(loud as lightning)

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Me, I strive to survive

(Thankfully, I’ve sanctuaries)

I’ll settle on women in warm dreams

& settings,  And when we get up

& stride big strides on sidewalks

for forests; Rousseau ferns, fiery blossoms,

& placid lions. like us.

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If my bloody feet

Work the way

Up my path as they

Might,  come day,

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All these falls,  this stumbling,

All right before  my Moonlight,

Would be humbling

With goodly reason.

CATCH AND REALIZE

July 30, 2015

A Night ago my big  ole  moon goes

Right  gauze-skirting inside a night cloud

Once I saw this sight,  I Wowed,

“It’s a black & white flicker.

It’s a late, late, late show. It’s  ‘The Letter’,

‘I walked With A Zombie’,  and ‘The Third Man’.

Something  is  going  on.

As under magicians’  handkerchiefs.

Something  is  gonna  happen.

We go darker into shadow,

&  It’s Imminent  &  Soon,

If we should  just  catch & notice

God’s shiny icon  in a gauze skirt

The moon is mainly  fully  lit

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Tho’ I’ve never about had my fill of it

Oh, I’ll right have my fill all right.

I really might be going down tonight.

For all the ale,too, that might rescue me tonight.

No Not enough  I’ll go stay to harder stuff.

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I’ve got a  six foot ladder

And a  sixteen foot wall.

I’m good at math but

I couldn’t fathom the fall.

I’m sure, I can’t figure the fall

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(from 2010)

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SUBTITLED

July 1, 2015

This  one  liaison

We’ll go so  for foreign films

Our unbridled pillow talk there,

On chiseled crystal chaise lounge chairs,

Will be subtitled.

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We’d meet.

One moon  might

Light  one  clutch,

Tonight  once closed curtains

Might one  much-open-legged open.

We’d mean

To go  so far as to

Show our gods of love  lots what they’d bet on,

Completedly   W/some things &

Unneededly  subtitlings.

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Photos from Godard’s “Alphaville”