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

July 31, 2009

I”ll Believe I’ll Believe Here

They say that at sea

Mal de mer

Is easier to bear

If you can lift your gaze,

Look, and lock in the horizon—

The distant   constant   transcedent  end.


I’m a man who  says “land,too.”

July 29, 2009

And As A Stampede Is A Hurricane

like seafishes’  scales;

aesthetic and prophetic   in the sun,

my drink’s coffeetable ring

encases a Munch despairate screaming thing.

And as a stampede is a hurricane.

I’m sold that I indeed could hold one.

from 30 years ago

July 27, 2009

Tough Guys


I expect an ex lover of an ex lover

                                   to come for me.

She’d worked her magic on him, again.

                                  and another Zombie’d

Arrive aroused enough to act tough;

Scars & all to scare me off.  See,

She’d object, I bet, to letting go.

She’d hex her punch drunk Ex,

He’d red-eye in  to let me know

that morning don’t mean a new day,

that morning don’t mean  a new day.

July 25, 2009

Tough Guys II



“See..I had my reasons to

call you guys  ‘amateurs’ .

Y’know what that means?

If you was pro fessionals

you’d be ready..know what

the fuck you was doin’

and get paid for it.

But you’re amateurs

and  you  don’t  get  paid..





“I’m out.”


Tough Guys III

There’s a guy with a gun (again)

Could be a cop  but he would kill me

either way.

And I can’t say that

I even have a cliche’  baseball Bat

to wield like a shiny shield,

and go down swinging.

I’m thinking

I might

Fight the good fight

with all my might,

All my maybe might.

July 24, 2009


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
to me

“Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing,
moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just
common sense, dancing” -William James

July 15, 2009

wordmaths (added on again)

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“as I sleep
the deep green seas tore at the shore.”
In my defence
I’m sure it’s
that most wordsmiths
have worked the Earth;
its life..its weather
in metaphors galore.
This sun that moon arise. A Rose.
the cliff gales, what the dark knows,
poorly lit paths,
the sway of mayhem—
the sweet wordmaths
configuring out

July 9, 2009

a bad dream/ counterpoint

No stranger, entering the room
(I’ve thought of it a thousand times)
A final scene in frozen zoom.
a muskscent from a love above,yet menstrual metallic.
a joke on angelic.
She drapes my drawn face. damp.
I shapen long words for my last breaths and
She thrusts every page I’d saved
(stark boy to dark man/ all my sacred words)
She threw every page down (after waving them around)
and in sacred words of her own

“Read ’em and weep”
Then blessed her lips
onto mine.


a friend of a friend, on the phone.
she shared a sharp poignant piece of her.
sharp & important to her. It pierced me to hear.
death bed of her dear friend,
whispering from the Mystic,
He gathered his loves up,
and asked if his paintings were boxed up.

July 7, 2009

As Ever, The dark/ Light

pretenders who knew & liked me

now are likely

just gone.


Sure I’m sullen,

I am surly,

but surely less vague.


Must one

who won’t find his feet

forego freely his fog,

part with his mists of his

heart, his spells,  

on his bog?


she rolled her head on my arm

from side to side in the dark

not long after lovemaking.

when I asked her why she shook her head

she admitted she & sleep were working out;

when birds nest the weather warms, NO,

where it’s warmer then birds will settle.

July 6, 2009


I was so much older then..

written when I was a kid but I was always proud of it/thot I’d share


I’m immersed in the miracle
of my sense
Poised on the pinnacle
of a fence

Razor-sharp and fast
I gotta outlast
a lotta likelihood.
& rays of cutting ice;
a slanting precipice
was wanting the place
I stood

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