A BARGE

August 13, 2017

A barge I bet  can float through our wait

Hours upset, but in an instant I can’t hate

Hating hundreds of roads apart, while  hearts

Skinwalls near  forever here, & there with you  wait.

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.          (unfinished)

 

 

 

.                   i)

M  U  C  H

often it’s uncertain   to see,

to see the true things through,

but certainly sometime’s there’s time

when surely much of what’s new

when noticed might matter

to you or rather

to  me

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.                    ii)

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D  U  E

I fear I forget that the frail,

nearly unable, but

when a whisper of   Will…

when they muster an incalculable

measure of  reach

to straighten, and lean up

for what’s due.

That’s alot to wait for

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The Freshest thing in the clearing

by the pond’s sunk boat,

near a nest,  There’s this ringing

drop, possibly  just now  dotting

one leaf,  left  just new

by all the dew

That’s what I wait for

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(from 9 years back)

Muscles Quip

June 26, 2017

I confess

My prowess is

To wait & to watch &

To wit  if fate slips me a quip

Take a sip & reassess then readdress

The matter  no later than  now

 

 

 

Please presume It’s unsure for you as well

Assume  We’re leaning

Into Leaving

(an intangible caress)

I lean into

The careening custody  of my mess.

1 PART ALONE

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?”

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The main I’ve heard

Is that people want a partner

“So I don’t die alone”

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umm, I Embrace,  Tho’ waste,  my own time.

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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.

A D A P T I O N

July 31, 2016

 

 

Ink can slip onto  and stain a page

I think it might permeate a world around

It that can see it then re-see it  new

and adapt it to a stage.

The symbals clash, the lights rush up. Both Astound

A staring crowd.    So start up yr. casual

Stroll from the wings, not forgetting yr. casual

Role.

 

 

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(from 6 yrs ago)

S P L A S H

May 15, 2016

 

flying things instinctively know

to dry out their wings, first,

to try out their wings, & go.

 

surfacing a splendid splash,

surviving a fearful fall and crash,

take time off  to dry off &

shake off the surprise of failure.

wake up  and walk off what,

and where you are

before  you forget to prepare for it

all  to dare

the first time,  again.

 

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.                                             (FROM 2009)

BEFORE AUTHENTICITY

May 2, 2016

There’s wait  then it’s takes eight hands to handle a casket

There’s swearing  at yr insides/ & for authorities

There’s wait  when you take yr few dreams to task

Then sweating out all yr insides  before authenticity

OFF/ON

April 27, 2016

 

 I have staved off   lost passions

 I’ve held on cold cliff holds

I stayed and endured elements,

Harsh and all part of a hard whole

Where   lost passions

Sounding far, in the fog,

Meaning more  in a quiet man

Than a kind word,

Can  work

To urge  his stoic stand

On

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                                                                         (from 2009)

 

ADVENTUALLY

December 24, 2015

“the inevitability of
heart death and heart soar and heart sick and heart ache..”

-Evelyn Adams/

https://tenaciousiceberg.wordpress.com/2015/12/04/writers-wall-as-tall-as-the-sky/

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It could be worst

When I would hear

It from good sources,

Maybe a back-alley liar.

His last words.

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Not a sliver as clever as Wilde,

But ever so slightly, absolutely abstract & absurd

His last words

Might all have been,  “I’ve waited. Awhile.

All night. Save dawn. I’ve waited. Until

Watching was silly.

No cues came. No signs sang.

No news hit the front porch.

I waited & watched.

I still wait for bell rang.

I still hold a torch.