March 13, 2017
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
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
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
January 28, 2017
The word on the street was repeatable.
That was then. Y’know, now not so agreeable.
That word, that gist in senseless sentences, that word
It just must be ignored.
The sleepy air slipping right through the reeds there,
The night marshes where nightmares Stay as seeds there.
The song, that mist of music meant to soothe, yes, songs
That must not be ignored.
Upon a pond
Where big calm mists meet surfaces
Water bug clouds dance down aways
And I stand to see through tree trances
This moon is broken enough to lend to substance
For near and far bearings, distances,
And at first. existences.
I swear here’s where the strings swell in
(2 YRS BACK)
January 26, 2017
If I should shift off my myth-making, not forsaking my pathos,
I could concede defeat on conceits I’ve concealed,
Turn tail on my inner errant paths,
& Find my feet, for far, afield.
May 13, 2016
I’m fine with pining for somewhere else
I’ve not got a trace of sense
To embrace the opened present tense
Zen izn’t happenin’.
The lines seem long, tho’
DREAMLAND boasts “the most creative rides”,
There I take my place
Stare off into space
Advent, even I wait on as
Silent Partner in this stronghold.
Before I go on,
I’ll go on & make sure
The blinds are drawn.
Aware/Awake It’s gone cold,
For me to know it,
I’ll go on & need you some
I’ll go on & remind me some
I’ll go and turn my life down some
I’ll sit myself down until
I’ll see myself still enough
We’re meant, both,
Silent partners in this stronghold.
. (from 2010)
April 4, 2016
It’s time again to utter
It’s just possible
I should be able
Not should, but would
To surrender some.
Surely if I needed to
I would be able
To tip my big head
Down so that my POV could no would
Pan down to the gravel
I would be able to fall to
As shooting stars
May or may not show
& please me.
. (from 2009)