April 21, 2017
An ordinary miracle
Might make my day good night.
An everyday freak hailstorm
Should soften the certain gravitas of agony..
Would my monday to monday/ Gone on to a good gravy, when
My dumptruck of good luck sails in?
All this will be laid to waste.
Then strong sprouts/ in not long/ will no doubt
Green the place.
(5 yrs back)
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.
March 22, 2017
West, we rode & wrested away of, save the olde facades of Savannah.
When in Jesus-sodden Southern Georgia
Some sign solomn told me “try him”,
I ran & ran that mantra by
& waited ’till my lips straightened.
Here, I take my sweet (& dear, fleeting) time
Rake up raw data…
I’m readyish I guess for you to take my order
March 8, 2017
young acidTongued Erato,
go forward yr foul followThrough,
spitWhisper her cryptic figures.
i’d dampen the barb,
reshapened of fogWebs.
i’ll soften all blows against the liveWire
i’ll try to translate all i need
from freed ashes
from the spillFree gashes in the flare’s hottest fireGrate.
If I could face the palace/Going holed up in a hotel/Is not one way I’d go
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.
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,
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.
December 21, 2016
For the time being
I’m not being knuckled under some
Tho’ I do own a cramp in my own home camp
I’m achy in my aerie home
I got soot at my feet I just gotta stamp
But I bed on shredded graffiti
My conquests just see it as confetti
Me, I just insist it’s imaginary
I can’t resist It’s perfunctory
October 27, 2016
“Where will I be When I go back home?
Who will I see When I’m all alone?
And What’ll I do?”
–David Crosby, from “Where Will I be?”
The main I’ve heard
Is that people want a partner
“So I don’t die alone”
umm, I Embrace, Tho’ waste, my own time.
At the end of all my nights
I might had been clean & clever enough
For her to had laughed, and had left
Her hand on my thigh
As I wait down the night sky
Toughening up for day.
August 24, 2016
I’m no man who takes stock
Or should be shocked by
But I bet it was one day
Or less, I honestly met
Two unlucky others having,
Both, unlikely christian names..
I take it I’m not too long
On this old
Just because I joked
Last night at friends
Arthritis in my hands
Might makes it easier
It takes not so slow
To let go of the rail?