SHE’S SHADOW SHY

February 28, 2017

 

She goes shy of the very shadows;

completely infused  in first section hard-copy news,

She peruses  column  leads,

Refusing all  too-sad reads.

Usually  my  views.

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So sure you got some guy here who’s seriously shy

To fill skies with a gloom-jam  just eye-jabbed in.

It  can  kill a  guy.

But the goo you stand up against and

The two tons of blue mood  you face

Too often.   Too fierce  to soften & go.

This man here could not just stand there,

I know.

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Though

She can’t relate

To the cinema  I saw so late

She says they blur  more black  than white.

She says they end not..just not right.

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I B I S

July 10, 2016

“Just be quiet and sit down/The reason is you are drunk/And this is the edge of the roof”                                                                                                                       -RUMI

“…And be prepared to bleed”   -Joni Mitchell, from “I Could Drink A Case Of You”

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They spin me ’round  one time, two

At three, they scattered then, their laughter

Left with them, leaving me to

Compose  myself

To something that may matter

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There’s Ibis outside, on my back lawn, my rain.

And I have

To photograph them there,

Then, stage the image at DeviantArt or Flickr,

Where some drummer will steal it

(good eye & hand talent, w/the accent on eye)

Then, those Ibis will be  re-staged

On their “releasable” CD cover,

Or maybe on his big bass drum.

Maybe if I was loaded or dumb

I’d upload it to Facebook

So high school “friends” (we kept it mum)

May be bored enough snoops…

They’ll  see my birds,

Then back,  Away.  Poof

I’ll snoop myself/ Craigslist for free

“Missed Connections” is the only place

To see who’ve noticed your face

And wanted you,  destinyly.

 

 

PLAIN

May 8, 2016

 

I just thought of this

I go to a florist

I’ll ask her

Is it daisies or dahlias (or asters),

Which bunch do they

(I’ve a hunch)  best convey

My perplexed P.O.V…

“I’ve no control/On how it will roll”?

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I’d get such a look

From the florist  who’d  jest

“I’ll check in my book”.

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I’d get daisies.  They’re best.

An honest, plain face is best.

Anonymous, I attained from  anonymous tests

SKETCHY SANCTUARY

May 1, 2016

 

 

Some seem to see the floor of the sea

as a sketchy, yet effective sanctuary.

They’re thinking, I think, that it’s tucked away

good.  Could be quite quiet.

Would be you’d dream good there.

Sure, it goes that you must breathe much slower.

Sure,  bluegreen cracks for surface lightening.

But, You’ll see that jeweled fishes,

Stilled  with  witness,

Flee at the softest flourish.

And bets are..sandbeds are busy with movement.

How can my dreams take when I’m floating awake?

ENNUI DANCE

October 24, 2015

“..Just a beer light to guide us..”   – David Bowie

“And this is the simple truth–that to live is to feel oneself lost”  – Soren Kierkegaard

G L I M P S E

A trance makes its appearance as

placid lakes  pull fog tight,

elsewhere perfect light there  performs subtle sonatas

for dance,

for ponderance  if

tucked not too loud in a cloud.  tonight

if  OK I guess I may  get my own drift.

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here’s more, why not

July 16, 2013

wake up now.

it’s taking our time

but hasn’t upset you.

when i finally find it all  free

i’m coming to get you.

i’ve contracted to go slack at the controls

i’ve blocked out a plan to get a blind pilot.

here’s more, why not.

i’ll always toss off

necessary losses.

i’ll drink less, it’ll do to forget them,

but i bet then

when we go follow…

(at last, tasting…)

not the least hollow victory

when we finally go follow all dreams less fictionally

very late at night

March 5, 2013

ONE WINTER ADDITION

 
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teachers to small children

the world over

pastors to parish

they all will tell the pretty truth

(aside the pretty lies, “pretty lies”)

that crystalline snowflakes

are unique. unique.

and maybe later in both

secular schoolrooms

and sunday school classes

(and in all their varieties the world over)

small children might make snowflakes for themselves

they’ll fold lacy paper exactly in half

with a good crease

and taking their round-ended scissors

they’ll cut their very own unique cuts

so that when everyone unfolds their lacy paper

and lifts it above their heads

everyone can laugh at their uniquenesses

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but one thing that ministers & mentors

rabbis & nuns will fail to add

is that those one-of-a-kind snowflakes

are all

alone

in their descent

on icy black currents

all their night fall

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.                                                                 (from at least 5 or 6 years ago)Image
 
a favorite painting by Edward Hopper

U N T I L

October 15, 2012

When I don’t hear from her

When we don’t talk

Instead of what might

just happen in late night

screwball comedies,

A black & white

Cakewalk

Where he keeps just missing her,

& unknown to her,  her one & only is  so near,

& you watch  & wait for them to wise up,

For when their timing improves.

When I don’t hear from her

When we don’t talk

Instead of just sitting tight,

& trusting the plot twists,

& our protagonists,

& all that insignificant subterfuge

Until it all plays out that

They can take cuts in the

Everything’s-Fine   waiting line

Instead of that

He keeps just missing her.

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(from years back, and now)

 

I contend,

Honesty,

When  honestly watched,

Starts  in  intention.

When looked at, no nonsense,

Before it cums sneezing  out,

When all one world,  as it appears,

Is  appraised,

It’s  appeased

By  half hard facts

&  a ton of impressions

To   meagerly manipulate

A clay  reclaimed

Setting The Table

October 10, 2012

“It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet people die miserably every day for lack of what is found there”        –William Carlos Williams, poet

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Aw heck,  on a lark,

I likely heard a   “Hark,

Hear all this  beck and call”.

There, I see it had hailed from  icy altitudes.

So, when I wised up some, and tried to listen,

At this end, I waited, and while I waited, I understood.

It wasn’t  the explanation,

It was the going  on & on  deal,

Passing time,

It was  setting the table,  not the meal.