SHE WAS THE FIRST TO GO

August 18, 2017

 

 

 

It might have been one long neon light

In the laundromat that set her off

When it flickered & popped

At us/ All of us up late

Our eyes were hypnotized some

All bets were off

On what might happen

She was the first to go

To distract us from our books & hand-machines,

Pull us from our puzzles, also  our magazines

Her  saying all that nonsense  fouled by fire

Interrupted  that late night scene

Her  calling  names  out

All intense,  Her pleas

We stared some  & stuck out that someone’d stop her

Her call to fallen reveries

Her  own  effin reveries

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(2012)

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ASSIGNMENT BLAME

May 23, 2017

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Still nights I will not change I will cringe

I’m tightly bound to make  my inner fringe

Break down  in private next door rooms

They’ll up & drop tears  from my say  they assume

I’ve meant no harm  though my charm

Might be misplaced /  an anvil fills my frail arms

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“The Artist’s Dream” by Emil Holarek

Emil Holarek

i)

When every windy day

We’re over there to the cemetery

When wind chimes sing  from a tree

This  is  Melissa

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ii)

When friends fade

(Yet, the few you let love you).

When one’s forced to infer

Another gone/next connection

Immense  with interference

Then,  It’s  fierce

When friends fade

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iii)

You sure yr future dreams come mourning don’t manifest doubtful?

What you want can’t cum out full

As sure as your shy shouts ain’t heard

You’re frightened you mighten  give up on promise.

But never your word.

 

Wanda wanted a room

To tend to her wounds,

A room right open to a night

Open enough not to catch her kite.

Her wounds would not be

Upon her face  facile to see.

Bruising blows drubbed freedom

Inside, inside some  clubroom.

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C R E S C E N T

April 13, 2015

My ache in my neck

Disables him some

His taking this strange stretch

To check out this chart, um,

On one wall, like  Art,

To notice how tonight’s moon might

Look w/its own share of sunlight.

For  my/

Ache in my neck/ Sorry/

I’m hostage to/

Necessity.

L O O K

June 15, 2014

 

 

Hope  we’re having a heaven so

I’ll look and

Daddy can call out,  (& it won’t hurt)

He’ll look just like he just got home from work:

“There’s my angry young man”.

We’d have it out;

My young man’s misery,

His young man’s mystery.

We’d upheave it out.  Heavy inquiry.

If he hadn’t killed himself he might have taught me:

“you gotta take the bitter with the cold”

Outside, My Mother softened things when she told me

When I was ready she told me:

“I know,

It’s vile.

He was so very sick.

They say  You/   Have his look.

It  is   mostly  OK,

You know.

I say  you’ll  have  my  smile”.

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.                                                                                    RKM (3/21/29-5/29/59)  RIP

S L E I G H T

February 5, 2014

It would serve him fine no doubt

As a temporary fix

(Until she found him out)

Him; an impure two-fisted noir caricature

Deaden dampening 30 thirsts

Certainly fully filling out his lies to lines to pages to prayers purged

(Yet not nearly all urged out)

It would serve no doubt as a temporary fix

He’s a master at  bait n switch

Sleight  of  hand

It’s his bloodline

He’s a man’s man of a man behind his  curtains

Pay him no mind

S U R P R I Z E

February 3, 2014

I’m so sore I’m sure to call out

And I suppose   surprize them

That’ll  alert them to my hurt

An open wound now

I’ll flinch & grimace

& limp away as surprized as Lazereth

Aware of all this all again

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.for Phillip, Rest in peace

 

I couldn’t budge my stuff to the curb, see

Septic guys gets it thankfully thursday

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It’s said that..current medical thought on

My steady daily shots

I should take heed

As I take my shots with chasers

I suggest the surgeon general

Try out my ennui

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She prefers to try tea to dry her tears

Debt

February 10, 2010

I heard some guy say

that he was more in debt

than an honest man could pay.

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I bet I don’t check my check book but

My needs are nameless

And exceed;

 what a deceitful man might utter,

 what a sweet woman might offer,

 even all a clever man can never call.

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I’ll ache,  Cah  Rist! icy bone fingers,

I’ll arch-stretch wide and hard, outward to  outsides.

To outsides,  otherwises,  outreaching,

beseeching, imploring.

Discretely exploring

the notion

the ocean

of need