THE IMMENSE ANGLE

February 14, 2018

 “The eternal angle
Between land and sky
Divided by the wind
The immense angle
Of the straight road
Divided by a wish”
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                                   Excerpt from Federico Garcia Lorca
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.N O   B U R D E N
it’s clear
god’s an accomplice
in our deception
the perfect crime
for the church of no burden ;
our chances,  our exchanges, our chime
 I have allowed me
my grey canvas, my grey cloud forecast,
you have spoiled me
with your spill of colour,
your display, your vase of colour
your face.
I’ll stir those blends of colour
on a broken palette piece
no burden
&  start to start to understand
to masterplan my masterpiece
it just might
be a study in dark and light
direct light smooches in a diner lot
like lovers do
the side of her that faced the sunrise, new
I cupped my hand to shade  her face, that’s what I do
Keep my love in shadow
but her cheek was hot
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   (from 2006, & still, for sunni)
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February 14, 2018

All Paul Simon sang  he

Via new phone science  got me

 

“..half of the time  you’re gone..

but you don’t know where

you don’t know where.”

i  wept  at  work.

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Yet i got Simic  in his lunch sack/

I got Irish for when i get home

For salve  & for saving him/

More, I have a mate giving me gladness

Across  the  states

I love indirectly  like a madness

GOOD OLE COLD MORNING SONG

January 2, 2018

 

 

“Way over yonder in a minor key, Ain’t nobody that can sing like me”  -Woody Guthrie

 

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.I said  I’d sing

For you  some morning

Well We’ll wait  when we’re nearer

Near  closer your ear

I’ll sing out  without warning

It’ll be a bit absurd

I’ll hack into  newest birdsong

I will await  re-entry  then

I  pipe  up  then

(you can see his breath as he greets dawn)

Sheets down

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.”The cold front couldn’t stay out front still/

I guess you can rescue

Family plants  being killed,/

Button top buttons!,

And cheat out the chill”

 

 

Please presume It’s unsure for you as well

Assume  We’re leaning

Into Leaving

(an intangible caress)

I lean into

The careening custody  of my mess.

LAPSELESS PACT

February 6, 2017

 

 

When we get a might old  & quite daft/

We better wear sweaters as we waffle whether there’s a cold air night draft/

When we don’t remember/ all the holidays in september/

When we won’t remember/ When the hearth needs more timber/

We’d do windows wide open mornings/ & doors too  snow storming/

Fruit  left last long past their sweet-point/

Just short of when  vermin/ just cavort into the joint/

We’ll start to tell our dreams, last night/

It’s a cinch/ we’ll end on that rain-drenched island, right?/

We’ll toss & turn on real green moss/

& you can barely feel  we’re wearing wet white/

On a hunch/ Our punchlines/ Without fail/ Will get filled in/

On a promise/ Our premises  will trail off  & off & off again/

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We’ll lose the car keys of sensibility/

We’ll lose some  to the dark scenes of seniority

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Together                                                   so

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We  will  never  forget  to  never  let  go

R E D H O U S E

October 11, 2016

I  can  do  candor

My favorite secret

Reads & takes stock

On a Miami-lime rocker

Far, on a Vermont autumnal

Calendar’s glossy next month’s

Promissy  call.

 

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“There’s a red house over yonder/ That’s where my baby stays..” -Jimi Hendrix

BORDER TOWN

July 6, 2016

 

She would still turn heads

Fron the filling stations

To the four star destinations.

She ought to bottle that laugh,

To drink,   in dryer times.

I think the sky, some, scolds us

With dryer, dryer times.

Her history’s  no  mystery.

She was born on a border town.

She’s heavensent with resilient,

But cursed some times too   down.

Her calling is she feels all too much,

Her failing feeling touched.. not much of me.

Most time, though far, there’s no one nearer.

The rest time,   too far,

too far to hear her.

 

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(from 2010, & still)

BEWILDER MENT

March 24, 2016

I’m  immune.

Or, I’d use precautions

For yr considerations, then.

“It’s worth the risks”, went

This washed-up  high-wire act,

Misfortune  forced  his bewilderment,

Abandoned in his barren field, in fact.

I’m immune, y’know.

Let me get go through my window.

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1 CLIP

March 6, 2016

 

 

I’ve dreamt  and forget..

I only kept

One excerpt, one clip

I took back

Here to look back to

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You could see down

To two  in the water,

Not drowned.

You could see that down there

That they were freely moving.

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See

We ride out on

That river of grasses,

That  for a while now

Made for miles

Between us.

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We’d ride out on

The one door, the one

We always want open

We’d ride one door

Still open

Wide to a wide world.

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HARD 2 (Then’l Be)

February 8, 2016

While my hand is hard  on the banister,

Wave  yours  up.

I can make for a better grip

Before I take you up

I swear then’l be my answer