September 15, 2016
For now, awhile, I won’t let you pull me from the wreckage/
But, how you hold my hand, for both of us
Until the jaws of life arrives/
Tho’ I’m not at a lost of words, I’m lost
In thought / “I’m lost”, I thought,
“And hiding from the hidden costs.”
I’ll dare to speak of sparrows
in shrapnel-filled WW I battlefield winds,
in sharp scarlet dawns/
They’ll sing to find their kind
if they’ve lived,
A song will find its way back,
between the blood & budding daybreak.
it could be/ a branch of a tree
perched at a high hill
would have a new bud just
breaking through/ it would be just for you
and in time a blossom. You’d just
lift yr arm up/ and pull it down/ just in time
to drink it through
with yr deepest stealing breath.///
April 21, 2016
For the most part I’m all right with what resides inside my heart
Though now & then I can hear again that yr leery nearly often
You can’t soften unrest with yr kinda kindness
Most of the past I must confess
Trying love It’s true I’ve been clueless
But i guess now I know I guess
That one oughtn’t wait to not hate
All what’s more hard to tolerate
It can happen to evaporate
April 14, 2016
Characters cast into indecipherable scripts
All are strangers
To stare at, to starve for,
More, to promptly forget.
Live characters I’ve cared fiercely for
Live too far enough I know away in shadows
To re know/ to re love/ to re have
In this half life
April 12, 2016
“Mock Crash Unfolds”
Made an edit
For a column lead-in
And something to scan
While we gentlemen wait
At the bank
Older gentlemen of a certain age
Encouragedly unemployed now
The headlines heralded some rescue drill
Trained Emergency people
Acted out on some sunnier afternoon
April 10, 2016
“I swing the brush and was conducting the Chaos”
Got on my knees, needed & got grout out
I showered shame off my inner shins
Got out some to name nine or so sins I never believed in
I showed god everything I never believed
Fleshing out these precious hours especialiously their spectres
“But how many are fleeing anything to that?”
” ich schwinge den Pinsel und dirigiere das Chaos..” from
“Mais combien fuient rien qu’à cette idée ?” from
March 24, 2016
Or, I’d use precautions
For yr considerations, then.
“It’s worth the risks”, went
This washed-up high-wire act,
Misfortune forced his bewilderment,
Abandoned in his barren field, in fact.
I’m immune, y’know.
Let me get go through my window.
March 24, 2016
I dreamt I opened a door onto a stranger
Her chest hurt, she showed her best she wasn’t in danger
I dreamt I waited to turn at a corner
Onto deep/ditched road, well before I could warn her
She lost control of her sportscar, four arcs
Into sleep/filled woods. unsteady long legs started
Out, hurt, and startled me to dream move to
Both strangers to tend to them, and love too
“I don’t stand this, no distancing..”
My soulfull chest and best intentions,
“O ..Further along & farther away”.
After it’s hurting time
It’s certain we’re down
From where we may
& nearer the day we’re done.
November 29, 2015
I bet, when it’s time to settle up
& I’m front & back up against the barricade,
I bet, I dare to gawk and glare
Past the barricade.
I’ll scarcely be scared
The least bit biblically
Humbled by heaven.
I could not certainly see
The foals and fawns there,
& All our infants.
Eaglets soar there
I would not mind waiting.
November 24, 2015
In a time we hide
We vent, & veer off, She & I’d,
We could hash out the passions of grief.
& Briefly we’d agree that
Like artistic admissions,
All grievings are respectable, gracious, acceptable passions.
(And if all would just go
and we’d accept them so…)
Oh, Then we two could nearly see it how it should go.