VEILS

For a fog moon to furnish imagery

for a folktune where god wears a gauze skirt

and her veils are gauzy also

and she makes a mind wander

and her beauty as a gypsy

clouds all misery

loud  with clarity

as a harsh sun must show one

the world scoured over.

We would want  again  and miss the mystery

Maya  makes  the sky.

renewal

It’s the quicksand edge of a rain squall

It’s a sick man on the ledge of it all

It’s the shore shifting in a violent fright

In a midnight storm

In a maybe might/

A long winter before the glint and glimmer

of words onto daybreak’s birdsong,

When enough renewal’s  been suffered to,

Enough burning and churning and yearning

has been laboured through

Will Let Me (the Infinite up against the Finite, once again)

After a rain

I have to stand straight

As my back pain

Will let me  and  wait

To take note.

Take it all in,  Breath first.

“Skin second”  He wrote &

Worked to recall.  by breakfast.

Run Away

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.

loose change

I don’t even half choose

to carry loose change.

It lets itself be known to me.

A quiet man  is noisy.

 

I search for the underlying themes

that surfaces, as blue gills & dying perch will do.

An unresolve.

An unsettlement I mean to settle up.

Which flotsam, riches  from the deep end;

Raucous, compelling, telling sleeptalk?

Finally

Find a pen

And something to write on.

Mind,  legs-open for

Something to write on.

ah elusive love

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 loved when his lover laughed, it would be so precious when he told her. The things we do for love.

more gobbledeegook on the miracle

Here’s a gold pen

Hope it lies open

Hope it lies openly

And when what lies beneath

Surely is.

Surfaces.

And one (And all) will know more, bequeathed

What surely is.

 

explore then expose then espouse/pungent scents  of../off on tangent hints of../resurgent urgent urges of

essence

found while prowling for Irony

             GENTLEMAN

 

15 years back

Just as she was leaving their liason

He stretched his chest up

from disheveled futon sheets

to kiss her in his trailer,

She exclaimed

She made it clear

She was a type of lady

to his gentleman, in her mind;

“You Will  be walking me to my car”.

Though a gentleman;

“Maybe you talk to your soon to be ex-husband

Just like that, but I ain’t him, nor his dog”.

And somehow since

they were still young in.. their recent relationship,

She changed back to “I was kidding”.

15 years on

Right in the only twenty minutes of hard rain

                              in too many weeks

He walked her, beside her, and her under her bright umbrella,

to her car in their driveway

in the middle of the night

as he always did when he was home.

Safe to her car,

he returned to their home,

All his clothes soaked to his flesh,

His hair in his face,

he stood it stone still on the quiet  lit  doorstep

turned and watched her back out

and drive off. He toweled off some inside

and expected her call.

One Shame

Yr. really great to travel

                         across the state

To stay some and play some

Before  It’s trying time again

Then again away some.

 

 

You haven’t seen me unravel

                          from this state of

Exaltation!

Cards splayed on the table,

Elation!

Our “under the table” masturbation,

Cool coffee table conversation.

I’m a fool for being able to fashion

A scoldingly, scalding cool passion

I can let go.

 

I can let go of you

Each occasion

Leg lift just before those swift train doors close; an exercise

The next step/ waiting maybe wrong

                                               in dark matter

An other thing/ a rung on a dark ladder

A nothing/

As it happens/ not to happen

The next step/ leg stiff/ fixing to flex

to a leg lift/

I’m fixing to find/ A gift of intentions

To move me to move/

given/ attention enough

to move on/ away from the station