AFTER A FLUTTERBY FANCY

November 6, 2017

 

 

 

There’s often been  unfocused fire

Before the rhododendron,

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Like off a roadway, on a hot day,

Sure,  unfocused  fire

Blurring this entire English garden.

Bumble birds and humming bees,

Warm words tumbling, tumbling on great grass.

Late last night it wouldn’t cease;

The dream is in the English sun.

I took cream in my steaming , strong tea.

Virginia, Leonard Woolf  I could see

With her lot

Iris Murdoch & John I could see

With her lot

Barrie and Carroll

Knelt on all fours

For hours

Playful,  cerebral  somehow.

I’m thinking,  As I burrow my brow

Rough for this pillow

I’ll settle, Right now, Near the shade of that willow

& succumb  to cats on a lawn

& three  secret facts of tea roses.

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.                                (from 2009)

photo mine

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SKETCHY SANCTUARY

November 5, 2016

 

 

 

Some seem to see the floor of the sea

as a sketchy, yet effective sanctuary.

They’re thinking, I think, that it’s tucked away

good. &  Could be quite quiet.

Sure would be  you’d dream good there.

Sure, it goes that you must breathe much slower.

Sure,  bluegreen cracks for surface lightening.

But, You’ll see  that jeweled fishes,

Stilled  with  witness,

Flee at the softest flourish.

And bets are..sandbeds are busy with movement.

How can my dreams take when I’m floating awake?

ok, i’m caught/ it’s way too early. it’s way too late/

i must share the draining straining steetlights/

they must only stretch a ways to chase shadows/

but that’s how it goes/

i must only street-clutch with garbage trucks/

the cops are parked deep in the darkest dead ends  in cemeteries/

getting hand jobs from nobodies/

the stop & shop stopped selling beer but i bet they got the lottery/

down low my radio has mirAge jazz/

i’m  wouldn’t resisting this wooden windchimes thing

 

 

 

 

It might have been  one long neon light

In the laundromat that set her off

When it flickered & popped

Everyone up late

Our eyes were hypnotized some

All bets were off

On what might happen

She was the first to go

To distract us from our books & hand-machines,

Pull us from our puzzles, also  our magazines

Her  saying all that nonsense  fouled by fire

Interrupted that late night scene

Her calling names out

All intense, her pleas

We stared some  & stuck out someone’d stop her

Her call to fallen reveries

Her own  effin reveries

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(2012)

 

 

 

 

 

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I must discuss

A dark circus is in town

A boy in a spin, and trees swing around

He drops, and the swing stops

New dewfrost falls, he’s lost

In all the bare trees

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A heavy disguise

Could be of use here

So cover your eyes, please

Your lover’s indecent

And trying on lies

His heart’s denying hard here

It’s a fact;  Abstract lies

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Squeezebox  hymns  seem

To squish by inbetween

Aligned  treebark

Lighted & Loudened by a fullmooncloud

Lions let free/  Dark

Circus tonight and if I might

Mix in that crowd

A heavy disguise could

Be of some use

E N R A P T

March 27, 2013

I should take my shadow on a full moon walk/

I should tackle my dark in a full press block/

truth is useless for a metaphor man/

I’d need stronger measures. I’d witness

A stranger changing in front of a mirror,

Trying on odder fitting outfits,

Lines sure and sheer./

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So nervously casual unwrapped/enrapt

So near a naked half turn onto eye you

We lay fastened on grand pianos

Braying asses assuredly elegant

                               in perfecting predawn light

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A quiet gust came up

Only the smallest leaves take swirl

On paths  in moon

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Aligning our times

We  counted  skies

We  chimed  in

         “ONE”

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.the imagery of asses on grand pianos ejaculated its way into my dream by way of

an old (very old) short film, a landmark classic from the surrealistic art movement, Dali

had alot to do with it as I remember, saw it as a teenager, wondered “What the hell..?”

I wonder it still. It seemed right at home in my fantasy, I wrote years ago.

E N R A P T

December 2, 2010

“..If you think you’re in love now/Well just wait until dark”

                                                     Lotion, from “Around”

                         E N R A P T

So nervously casual unwrapped/enrapt

So near a naked half turn on to eye you

We lay fastened on grand pianos

Braying asses assuredly elegant

                               in perfecting predawn moonlight

.

A quiet gust came up

Only the smallest leaves take swirl

On paths  in moon

.

Aligning our times

We  counted  skies

We  chimed  in

         “ONE”

sketchy sanctuary

December 10, 2009

Some seem to see the floor of the sea

as a sketchy, yet effective sanctuary.

They’re thinking, I think, that it’s tucked away

good.  Could be quite quiet.

Would be you’d dream good there.

Sure, it goes that you must breathe much slower.

Sure,  bluegreen cracks for surface lightening.

But, You’ll see that jeweled fishes,

Stilled  with  witness,

Flee at the softest flourish.

And bets are..sandbeds are busy with movement.

How can my dreams take when I’m floating awake?