February 8, 2017
January 26, 2017
If I should shift off my myth-making, not forsaking my pathos,
I could concede defeat on conceits I’ve concealed,
Turn tail on my inner errant paths,
& Find my feet, for far, afield.
May 25, 2016
“There’s a moment for everyone when you fall into your own shadow and the fact is that it’s your shadow and you’re forced to live in it. And this is nothing to celebrate or not celebrate. It simply is.” – Robert Rauschenberg
There is indignity this city
Shouldn’t see from me.
We wouldn’t want it continuing.
I’m advised to restrict public showing.
When sunrise is up
And 1st to say
It’s not good,
It should not
See the light of day.
Tonight though I say
When storm winds
Leaf shadows wild,
What might be imagined
Stands on stage,
And enacts out
There lain out
May 21, 2016
“I don’t know what it is
But you got to do it
I don’t know where to go
But you got to be there
I don’t know where to fall
But I know that it’s comfortable where
I don’t know where it is
Putting all of my time
In learning to care
And a bucket of rhymes
I threw up somewhere
Want a locket of who
Made me lose my perfunctory view
Of all that is around
And of all that I do
So I knock on the door
Take a step that is new
Never been here before
Is there anyone else here too
In love with beauty
Playing all of the games
Who thinks three’s company,
Is there anyone else who wears slightly mysterious bruises…?”
-Rufus Wainwright, From “I Don’t Know What It Is”
There, All seems all quiet in her animal queendom.
Her solace has a high place
In one rare plan, I confess.
In fact, I’d really want her
To relax the shields she needs to yield to.
I’d unclothe her armor
I’d enclose her ardor inside
of my own too tender arms
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.
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
We’re meant, both,
Silent partners in this stronghold.
. (from 2010)
April 21, 2016
For the most part I’m all right with what resides inside my heart
Though now & then I can hear again that yr leery nearly often
You can’t soften unrest with yr kinda kindness
Most of the past I must confess
Trying love It’s true I’ve been clueless
But i guess now I know I guess
That one oughtn’t wait to not hate
All what’s more hard to tolerate
It can happen to evaporate
April 10, 2016
“I swing the brush and was conducting the Chaos”
Got on my knees, needed & got grout out
I showered shame off my inner shins
Got out some to name nine or so sins I never believed in
I showed god everything I never believed
Fleshing out these precious hours especialiously their spectres
“But how many are fleeing anything to that?”
” ich schwinge den Pinsel und dirigiere das Chaos..” from
“Mais combien fuient rien qu’à cette idée ?” from
It’s a fact I guess
That here backstage
I fear before the final act undresses
The unspoken, the between the lines, the off the page,
Is revealed I’ll mull over my moves
How shall I shade my lines, my lies?
I’ll retain written refrains,
But refrain giving more? or remove? or improve?
All the way back to old balconies
“My Word To The Unwise..
It’s getting so I gotta get a call on
If I’m drowning
Or if I’m dying of thirst.”
February 24, 2016
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
February 21, 2016
Sure, I’m shopworn,
Tattered (as if it mattered)
I don’t decide if I’m just too tired or
I won’t give any/ to the torture
I won’t give up/
It’s nearly the nerve pills,
And endless,useless stolen coffee sleeplessnesses
Or I’ve faced my fill.
. (from 5 yrs back, & here after 3am)