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

CAPITAL LETTERS ARE FOR FILLING OUT FORMS,

JUMP STARTS

F or the following line

F or each verse

F or each poem

(“TITLES  MAYBE” too)

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Punctuation , (!)  maybe at

Abrupt Stops

For an end to each line , (!)

For each verse . (!)

For each poem

 

 

 

 

ONE RUN AWAY A DAY

September 22, 2015

For where I’ve furtively gone

To see the sideshow again

A short glass is poured/

His suitcase secured/

Usual confusion loosens all the stops

To go  &  forgo this wait   or aim to

Get out the gate   and on to

The Big Top.

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Closed Parties

August 25, 2015

He goes to closed parties.

He knows no one.  No one knows.

There his thoughts wear way too many clothes.

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His  anger  is  lock-boxed.

He’s a danger only to his own clocks.

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May

His constant, sustaining strength

To strain out  stenches

Stay

May  his consequences  fall, then (when they may)

May his  changes  happen.

Amend

S U S P E C T M A N

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”

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(from 2009)

YES, GOOD GUESSES

August 12, 2015

As  I  ask

For  more  info

&  They  acquiesced,

They ‘d  defer to

“Those in the know”.

Those in the know?

I  go

“I don’t think so.”

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I was a wise guy

god, eighty odd years.

Most answers  are guesses.

Uncertainly those experts,

Poseurs.

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“IS THIS IT”

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,
Don’t ask

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“Is this It?”

AN EDGY SELL

July 24, 2015

Died on this date…Peter Sellers (9/8/1925-7/24/1980)

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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.

(from 2009)

C H E E R S

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I own my own muse
uncannily, I can amuse me
it’s fairly common knowledge,I think, that some Irish may
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”.
Coupla nights back, I noticed there was just half a swallow in the bottle I might savor in the next morning after work, and get the empty bottle out to the recyclable bin before the early truck. Before I headed off to work
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.
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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

Evidently a Lie / Obviously obtusely Truth;

It’s meant to be  a pair of documents,

Y’see, But I signed both.

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Caught, I could  share   the clench

He put on that  pair of documents.

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Bright lights washed this whiteish room.

The solemness thing   a candle brings,

Though I searched,  all the shadows had no shade in this room.

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We digressed some away from

the heart of the matter

When he stressed  my stories were

fog & mirror

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I’m sure I concurred  that if

Scenes and factors shift

From tellings to retellings,

It seems the fact is  seems shifty.

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My “But plainly, a  planned  lie,

A tall Alibi, that had ironclad  unchanging,

Mimicry! is one word-for-word bed story,

Read to children.

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Isn’t that  one good bet

That wins & sets the liar free?”

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I think he let it sink in, and then set.

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“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

Resurface  into..Really??!”

“Really??!!!”

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“Um, yes.”

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.                                       (from long ago, or maybe not)