June 15, 2016
When told Fool’s Gold is all that
When it’s anything but,
Instead of taking out yr wallet for faking out
Don’t make out that yr already over the ruse
Wontcha smile (finally, fer christsakes) and refuse.
Smile and refuse
January 3, 2016
CAPITAL LETTERS ARE FOR FILLING OUT FORMS,
F or the following line
F or each verse
F or each poem
(“TITLES MAYBE” too)
Punctuation , (!) maybe at
For an end to each line , (!)
For each verse . (!)
For each poem
August 25, 2015
He goes to closed parties.
He knows no one. No one knows.
There his thoughts wear way too many clothes.
His anger is lock-boxed.
He’s a danger only to his own clocks.
His constant, sustaining strength
To strain out stenches
May his consequences fall, then (when they may)
May his changes happen.
August 19, 2015
To those I try to love, & back.
One ought to honor one of us.
I will brave..then save embraces
before I leave, For I believe
That by my storing away more rare mercy,
Like a stout man stocks a pantry,
This sustains this suspect man, surely.
Make that..his take on “surely”
August 12, 2015
As I ask
For more info
& They acquiesced,
They ‘d defer to
“Those in the know”.
Those in the know?
“I don’t think so.”
I was a wise guy
god, eighty odd years.
Most answers are guesses.
Uncertainly those experts,
August 8, 2015
“Is this It?”
I’ve always kept this away
I’ve sleep before this one feeling
Can fuck w/me alone (my eyes on the ceiling)
I’ve kept it at bay
With whiskey, & the fantasy of Art
I’ve consistently insisted on
Not being too damn smart
Illusion and delusion and confusion
For a start
It’s not all how you look at it
it’s how you don’t,
“Is this It?”
July 24, 2015
Died on this date…Peter Sellers (9/8/1925-7/24/1980)
I heard a ways back/that the actor Peter Sellers/stormed off a set/(a clunker cliche’/”stormed” as a verb)/That Sellers acted up, disturbed/by all that was wrong when a man in the crew/wore green and purple.
Sellers balked at doing the scene and walked off/quite mad./Purple and green./An omen of death,I guess/not for you/
Edgy artist/Peter felt put out enough about it/the stuperstition thing/to blurt it/stand by it/insistassuming others to buy it.
Stuperstitious/I’m edgy/it just doesn’t hurt./Tonight I wear my purple tee shirt/The one I sport under my sportjacket For and at my favorite Art concerts/ My sisters…/
my snug Mr Greenjeans, and Airwalks are on/I ride on a stride so fucking strong/
As my ON! phone/
juju mon/ Radiohead/ Could carry me dead on.
July 23, 2015
C H E E R S
uncannily, I can amuse me
consider a spot of poteen and a pint at the end of a well-spent day…
God’s pay for a day’s good work. Earned.
when I get home from work, mornings, I spill a half swallow of irish whiskey in my glass, turn to look out the back window,raise my glass some, and To the sunrise’s orange and yellows, To the trees & water
I’ll whisper “yes, here’s to ya,then”.
the night before though, it was apparent that my sweet & neat mate, thinking logically that the bottle was another empty to go out, the night before, took it out.
the next morning, after getting out all the rest of the trash out to the front that needed to go,walking the 30 yards back up my broken driveway to the house, I stopped. I smiled, then started laughing as I walked back to the road, all the time thinking of the imaginary guy across the street, opening his blinds for the 6AM sunrise, slippers & robe, looking out and seeing the real life guy across the street walking out to the road, lifting the top up, and reaching deep down into the bin, pulling out a bottle, unscrewing the top and tipping it back for that last swallow.
A friend of a friend was a new nurse in a new high rise hospital where she mostly has clerical duties. One midday in the lunchroom, her break is broken when a man across the way from her starts making alarming choking sounds. A room full of nurses might humorously seem like an ideal location for choking, but our friend of a friend nurse has been away from hands-on medical aid for some time, she’s been busy on the computer w/the files for years, and could only notice that the other more proficient nurses seemed to be ignoring the situation. Confused and frustrated with their behavior she rushes over to the man (He’s a large man, not unlike myself, this big Irish head’s gotta ride on a big body. size isn’t everything)
She awkwardly positions herself behind him and begins to vigorously hug him,again and again from behind. It’s a bit difficult because of the man’s size, but she presses on. again and again. His choking breaks up some to a rasp and he mumbles that he’ll be all right.
After he shyly ambles off, our nurse turns to scowl & glare at her fellow professionals when one of them declares, “the police have been called, he’s done this before.”
I’m thinking that things aren’t always as they seem. Maybe this guy wasn’t a manipulative, sexual deviant. Maybe he was at the point where he Must have a hug. The things we do for love.
A guy I kinda know once talked about going to a professional massage therapist and decidedly took a Viagra beforehand. I’m thinking that things aren’t always as they seem. Maybe he so loved when his lover laughed, it would be so precious when he told her. The things we do for love
July 20, 2015
Evidently a Lie / Obviously obtusely Truth;
It’s meant to be a pair of documents,
Y’see, But I signed both.
Caught, I could share the clench
He put on that pair of documents.
Bright lights washed this whiteish room.
The solemness thing a candle brings,
Though I searched, all the shadows had no shade in this room.
We digressed some away from
the heart of the matter
When he stressed my stories were
fog & mirror
I’m sure I concurred that if
Scenes and factors shift
From tellings to retellings,
It seems the fact is seems shifty.
My “But plainly, a planned lie,
A tall Alibi, that had ironclad unchanging,
Mimicry! is one word-for-word bed story,
Read to children.
Isn’t that one good bet
That wins & sets the liar free?”
I think he let it sink in, and then set.
“And you expect me to reject
Classic casebook investigation technique
& instead of doubting inconsistency,
Instead ..One consistent story
Is a tell tale “good bet”
for Guilty? And yet,
changing ones tune again & again is uniquely
Honest? it’s best to revise to clarify..
As one more clearly
recalls new old details?
Just as pieces of night dreams
. (from long ago, or maybe not)