B R E A K

February 22, 2017

 

 

 

 

 

Stoicism is a prison/

Though I break out/

Though I break down/

Through the  pull of a merciful act/

I can be old and too weak to hold back/

I can imagine a troubled

panicked angel tangled double;

One cat caught in a grate/

A girl unfair in a wheelchair/

Nears and dares her balance, her endurance, her tolerance/

She Strains all of her weight/

She shows the pain that she’s used to  on her face/

Then relief,

and they’re both free

She and the cat both refuse to

Cry more,

Like those that might see

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(from 2008ish)

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CONCISION IN THE COPSE

February 10, 2017

 

 

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If I lost strict control  some

I could prick all billion bubbles

If I left  my lost  some

I could remangle my mumbles

‘Till concision  at any cost cums

I’d come  to untangle dareknots

‘Till a guilt spilt relief

Stains the air & remains there

 

F O R G E

May 28, 2016

 

If I were to infer,

To placate  all  I  ought,

I’d see that I’d work words to a cinder,

Hammer  raw  ore  ’till tender,

For all I wrought.

 

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F I R E D A N C E

May 2, 2015

“A man can bare himself before others only out of a particular kind of love. A love which acknowledges, as it were,that we are all wicked children”— Ludwig  Wittgenstein

Savagely,

I can dance around a fire.

If the spirits take notice,

If they’re drawn by this sight,

As  we   might  be

lured by the light

of dead stars, already,

If the spirits take notice of

Me at the blaze

My body and face,

(Not at all faking

What I choose  to let loose)

Shiny, and shaking  away my disease,

Let said spirits kindly

sign off on release.

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(from 2012)

FREE FROM THE FIX

September 26, 2014

Court fans helped cool it all down.

They  called  it

On account of a hung jury.

Collective  unconscious,

Jung’s blurred things,

His thinking slurred all the town.

The thing is, I’m thinking,

Not “It’s a hot July”,

As the massive Law’s doors

Miss and swing by and behind me,

But “It’s way tres’ cool for a hot July.”

(18 MONTHS AGO)

found, looking for others

December 4, 2010

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(Wordmaths I found, looking for others)

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        CORRECTIONS

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According to Corrections

I was clear of every error

Somebody might see themselves free

From time  not so well spent

I suppose we know I’m not that somebody.

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                  N E S T E D

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The frail kingpin

Forced his fingers,

Like he forced

Everything that wouldn’t work on its own,

To work the file

Where phonenumbers he needed  were nested.

He concocted his deals,

Then worked those phonenumbers

Like  tentacles

To make sure

The plans

Played out

Accordingly.

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             D E P T H S

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seems whenever I’ve already let myself go/

rarely ever  I’m upset/ I just bet I’ll know/ 

fairly never or soon/ that a deep sea beast/

is forced from  its  depths/ it blinks at 1st light/

forced to blink & squint/ in its own way, at least/

I’ll let go some, It must go from its kingdom,

in mine  I’m more,  um,  light.