Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

June 20, 2009

morley’s ghost

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 12:15 pm

“Be prepared for truth at all hours and in the most fantastic disguises. This is the only safety.” Christopher Morley

Filed under: poetry — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 11:35 am

Right away I’ve forgiven
What I’ve been given.
I might say I’ll take it
What I might now have.

I’ve taken my lot, my vacant lot.
And I’ll water down the ardent growths
That break through spots, my weakest spots.
I’ll wander down the advent of loss.
I’ll instill my wander with intent.

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June 16, 2009

a pen & pre-dawn alchemy

Filed under: poetry — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 12:15 am

There’s some
confusion some frustration
smack in the blue smoke
up in the projection booth,
“I couldn’t & shouldn’t
have ordered this show.
And that’s the truth.”

The wrong epic screenplay
is not long enough.
If there’s subtle subtext
it’s lost in the rough.
And if I know how laughtracks go,
my own is so low
it’s a private joke.

I’ve known
you can draw yr own conclusions
(Use pencils fit
with fat eraser)

Desires and Goforth fires I’m put out.
Old deserts. It’s cold out.
I’ve a drought to drink about.
I’ve chosen pre-dawn alchemy,
actually.
a good chaser.

June 11, 2009

blood shadows oils for later

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blood shadows oils for later

In the upper peninsula of Michigan
blustery State Road 2 you must go.
It’s quite common to drive over
deep blood in snow/ dead buck or a doe.
Just as felines must fall & fill gutters
South of there, all over.
deep blood in the snow.
With the people of upper Michigan
it’s quite common they’ll drape over
& tie up their meat
off the back of their battered trucks
and freight it home to their freezers
for later.

Here in Southwest Florida
on the way to work
it’s uncommon…
(I called out “Oh my God”)
it’s uncommon to drive over…
(I killed an alligator)
I was light on sleep and late for work
All in a dream’s dread, in my headlights,
I called out “Oh my God”

Still When I left working, dark in the dawning
(I left It for the taking. It was gone.)
Still were spilled shadows. most it was gone.

Lost. home, what would save me?
milk cream & alcohol
Nor Down on my knees
under Art on a wall;
Oils spilled on
empty space clean
I know is for all, from All.
(I called in “oh my god”)
stains for a dream

June 10, 2009

sea foam phantoms

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sea foam phantoms

very lately
I’ve looked to see,
just off a shoulder,
sharp left outside a window,
just off camera,
someone or thing, I think.
The there, then not trick.
Here, I’ll see it
here I’ll see it for what makes sense.
Y’see, I’ve evidence.
sea foam phantoms
left a belated beat back,
just after this wave sweeps back. 

I don’t think it’s drink
or the hours I should sleep or
all the private pranks I
fall for.
I’ll envision these

green sea black deep

June 3, 2009

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she was a real witch
from the biggest city
his deal was midwest
sensibilities
 
clear as a bell, by candles
she would tell which gods she liked,
investigated stars,
suggested certain spells
(and because they frightened fairies
there were no bells)
 
      –
she very privately loves trees
in parks shared by thousandssound
from a city where sex is set free;
just dangerous/ lust languorous,
and sunsets more profound.
 
he very private loves less
in darkness shared by no one
from a place, lust  compounds
to dangerous/ love tenebrous.
a gift, the lifting of the sun.

June 2, 2009

talk

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 11:02 am

Honestly, I’m a liar

I can’t even to my own self be true

(Afterall, he stalls, he would be balking

giving himself a good talking to)

I don’t see fit to say “Don’t ask”

I would benefit  if you get

me to talk.

To me it’s too tall a task.

Yet I’ve chosen..

Let me loosen to let go.