FROM MY OWN DOME LIGHT

April 29, 2017

 

 

“She call me just to talk/She’s my lover  she’s a friend of mine/..and I get trouble with my breathing/she says boys don’t know anything/but I know what I want/I want everything/And she was made in Heaven/Heaven’s in my world…”

Mark Knopfler,Dire Straits, from “Expresso Love”

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“I’m in Heaven/I’m in Heaven/I’m in Heaven/ When you smile”

Van Morrison, from “Jackie Wilson Said”

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ON THE DAWN END OF OUR NEW RENDEZVOUS

When you took me back to the turnpike
    aparting   already   curving   away
I signalled to you  in your car
in my own dome light,
blew you a kiss, so steady,  away
intending  it  to sing
“I’m a little in love today”
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.                                        from 9/06

 

 

CRECHE SHEPHERDS

April 8, 2017

An imaginary friend, a French kid, he calls

(They  call  the  wind  mistral)

All the Northern winter wind..mistral.

En Francais, one says, Eventhough  baby  jesus…

Creche shepherds are threatened by mistral.

They hold on to their hats, insteada solomnly go

Doffing their fuckin desert chapeaux.

 

mistral

 

 

CREATIVE RIDING

May 13, 2016

I’m fine with pining for  somewhere else

I’ve not got a trace of sense

To embrace the opened present tense

 

Zen  izn’t  happenin’.

The lines seem long,  tho’

DREAMLAND   boasts  “the most creative rides”,

So Go!

 

There I take my place

Stare off into space

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

DAWN’S ON ME RHYME

January 21, 2016

I’d say of me   I’m savvy.

I’d say  that plea  “C’est la vie”,

&  Mash the rest  w/gravy

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I could conclude  at dark’s end.

I’d sharpen that plea, for

“..Aussi  une  nuit  noire”,

& Watch the rest  w/ “save me”

 

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.PM2

Noting  that  nothing

At  all,

That  that, et al.

Isn’t  silly

As any  owlish couch pillow,

Watching yr. self-taught  bits,

When one ought to  sit on it.

It does  despite a dozen days & nights

Matter/ what I heard  at least

& what’s more  Before peace

Can come  & stay

Whiskey’ll have to hold out

&  I’ll hold on for some more memory

I’ll wait out dark matter  stalling

& Staying dark

I’m sayin  mark my wordspill

I’m still falling

into love

THE WAITING

February 22, 2014

Image

I couldn’t keep my shirt on

I actually had a hand at the door

I wouldn’t wait for the EKG guy

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The express lines were full up at the IGA.

So was the cart in front of me, the one in my way.

My body required liquids  I needed to buy.

& me, I wouldn’t wait for the EKG guy

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My car needed work (I see I did too, OK?)

Ever  still again, Time stalled & would stay.

Never, “Our time is up for today”

I’d bet Time’s  a fleeting debt, not a gift.

I about bolted  but my Ford’s on the lift.

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You’d think a man with wait issues

Would shy away some

From a long-distance love, he could only see some.

How he’d wait & wait for  her laugh on the phone

How he’d wait & wait for  her letters to come

How he’d wait & wait for  liaisons  alone

How he’d wait & wait for  a time all their own.

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.Artwork  “The Waiting”  kindly loaned by Christian

http://chriseastmids.deviantart.com/

THAT’S IT. END OF STORY.

November 1, 2013

We share one of those rare relationships

We find we  finish each others’ sentences

It’s  scary

Emphatically, I’ll be abit on & onto my own POV

She’ll follow it quick,

“That’s  IT.   End  of  story.”

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Got away with a walk, with a cat  not a dog.

I thirsted for thoughts of my first love, in this fog.

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It wasn’t nearly fair.

Unpleasantly, that old cat & she, they disappeared

Into  thick  air.

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barefoot dance

August 2, 2013

I dressed in planlessnees

Near enough the fireplace

I necessarily  barefoot dance

Obsessively, at first instance

Abcess freer, peace.

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I could work at wonderment, y’know

Near enough the fireplace

If I would wait on what words meant

KindMeaning might/must find long-torn ways, simply,

To me, & just-borne symbols

In place.