Best not be so sure nor positive
On the turning point,
Unless talk show representatives
Have affidavits to fill out
To protect them when they project
Yr. image and Yr. more imaginative story
From coast to coast, but don’t worry,
Viewers love viewing

When things turn around.
You can fudge the exact time
It all went down.



March 5, 2018

Where the carousel  comes to where…


When the maelstrom makes certain turns to…



I’ll quip, & I could wink,  then break up the fourth wall

I’ll step off,  & start off,  I’ve forced   a freefall,

For any form of  free   I will welcome.

If I find my feet  I can become

A pilgrim  on path,

A pilgrim back  filling his path.






1st artist unknown,

treated by

Fleur Talbot





February 27, 2018

“Ill  at  ease”

Will be one accurate way,

When  I can think then straight about it,

One apt way to shout it.

They  say  they

“Say it as it is”, (they’re pissed)

They say  ” just being honest, man”

“No B.S.  man” (slurring pissed)

They’re weak to only “speak their minds”.

And when I,

Gently as I can,

Retranslate to that guttural, but frank tongue,

I  see

They’re consequently


&  then there’s me  in this blinding  open lot

W/blood on my shirt.

Landscape W/ Red Roots

February 21, 2018



Mangroves  exposed

I suppose  I’m still  within

Walking  trees?

I bet it’s the breeze exposed stalks

Meant deep in the loamy dirts

I Kick through my feet still walk.

Let go away from the vision’s skirts.

Toddle off,

To Twist over a vista he sees

To a view he can see, One he will see.




chaim soutine

Chaim  Soutine’s–“Landscapes With Red Roofs”


February 14, 2018

 “The eternal angle
Between land and sky
Divided by the wind
The immense angle
Of the straight road
Divided by a wish”
                                   Excerpt from Federico Garcia Lorca
.N O   B U R D E N
it’s clear
god’s an accomplice
in our deception
the perfect crime
for the church of no burden ;
our chances,  our exchanges, our chime
 I have allowed me
my grey canvas, my grey cloud forecast,
you have spoiled me
with your spill of colour,
your display, your vase of colour
your face.
I’ll stir those blends of colour
on a broken palette piece
no burden
&  start to start to understand
to masterplan my masterpiece
it just might
be a study in dark and light
direct light smooches in a diner lot
like lovers do
the side of her that faced the sunrise, new
I cupped my hand to shade  her face, that’s what I do
Keep my love in shadow
but her cheek was hot
   (from 2006, & still, for sunni)


February 14, 2018

All Paul Simon sang  he

Via new phone science  got me


“..half of the time  you’re gone..

but you don’t know where

you don’t know where.”

i  wept  at  work.


Yet i got Simic  in his lunch sack/

I got Irish for when i get home

For salve  & for saving him/

More, I have a mate giving me gladness

Across  the  states

I love indirectly  like a madness


February 14, 2018



I loved   just under my breath

Just above the collar-

Toward the back of her moon-colored sundress.

Hold on  to my breath

Hold,   & I holy hope

Right forthright for our portal opening

& if we’d once/ Go take this chance

This  achy  slow  dance is done today

This must  go & leave  t’heaven

Just one heave away


February 14, 2018



This  one  liaison

We’ll go so  for foreign films

Our unbridled pillow talk there,

On chiseled crystal chaise lounge chairs,

Will be subtitled.


We’d meet.

One moon  might

Lighten  one  clutch,

Tonight  once closed curtains

Might   much/open/legged  open  one

We’d mean

To go  so far as to

Show our gods of love  lots of what they’d bet on,

Completedly   W/some things  &

Unneededly  subtitlings.






February 8, 2018


“..the inevitability of

heart death and heart soar and heart sick and heart ache..”     -EvelynAdams/




It could be worst

When I would hear

It from good sources,

Maybe a back-alley liar.

His last words.


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.”

A Fond, Old, Faraway Room

January 8, 2018




“Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves.  So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lovers.  It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of. One you haven’t seen in a long time…”

“.. A fond, old, faraway room?”


-from “Kafka On The Shore”, Hanuki Murakami




We mind that there mustn’t be dust

On those closed blinds.

Behind  those  blinds,

We  find  us.

We find ourselves  salving

Our sore selves,

Saving  us  so

Fleetingly. So Pretend-Completely.

And after each chapter,

Which does us delirious,

It can be  meant as some payment,

It can serve to defray  cost

It can’t save us, when in a night and a day,

without fail, We will derail.

Alone, All memories lost
















“I choose the rooms that I live in with care,
the windows are small and the walls almost bare,
there’s only one bed and there’s only one prayer;
I listen all night for your step on the stair”

Leonard Cohen,RIP, from “Tonight Will be Fine”






(from a hundred years back)