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”
“I’m in Heaven/I’m in Heaven/I’m in Heaven/ When you smile”
Van Morrison, from “Jackie Wilson Said”
ON THE DAWN END OF OUR NEW RENDEZVOUS
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.
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”,
There I take my place
Stare off into space
May 14, 2015
Noting that nothing
That that, et al.
As any owlish couch pillow,
Watching yr. self-taught bits,
When one ought to sit on it.
April 29, 2014
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
February 22, 2014
I couldn’t keep my shirt on
I actually had a hand at the door
I wouldn’t wait for the EKG guy
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
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.
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.
.Artwork “The Waiting” kindly loaned by Christian
November 1, 2013
We share one of those rare relationships
We find we finish each others’ sentences
Emphatically, I’ll be abit on & onto my own POV
She’ll follow it quick,
“That’s IT. End of story.”
Got away with a walk, with a cat not a dog.
I thirsted for thoughts of my first love, in this fog.
It wasn’t nearly fair.
Unpleasantly, that old cat & she, they disappeared
Into thick air.
August 2, 2013
I dressed in planlessnees
Near enough the fireplace
I necessarily barefoot dance
Obsessively, at first instance
Abcess freer, peace.
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