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

December 29, 2009


For now, awhile, I won’t let you pull me from the wreckage

But, how  you hold my hand, for both of us

Until the jaws of life  arrives/

Tho’ I’m not at a lost of words, I’m lost

In thought “I’m lost”, I thought

“And hiding from the hidden costs.”

December 21, 2009

leaf shadows wild

There is indignity this city

Shouldn’t see from me.

We wouldn’t want it continuing.

I’m advised to restrict public showing.

And sunrise is up  and 1st  to say

It’s not good,  should not

See the light of day.

Tonight tho’ I say

When storm winds

Blow shadows, leaf shadows wild,

What might be imagined

Stands on stage, and acts out

Just now  written out

Scenes scripted from unsound 

 yells out.

December 18, 2009

Hejira – Joni Mitchell

Filed under: poetry — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 9:21 pm

I’m traveling in some vehicle
I’m sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
That shell shock love away
There’s comfort in melancholy
When there’s no need to explain
It’s just as natural as the weather
In this moody sky today
In our possessive coupling
So much could not be expressed
So now I’m returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressed
I see something of myself in everyone
Just at this moment of the world
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
Waltzing on a ballroom girl

You know it never has been easy
Whether you do or you do not resign
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
Or stick to some straighter line
Now here’s a man and a woman sitting on a rock
They’re either going to thaw out or freeze
Strains of Benny Goodman
Coming thru’ the snow and the pinewood trees
I’m porous with travel fever
But you know I’m so glad to be on my own
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
Can set up trembling in my bones
I know – no one’s going to show me everything
We all come and go unknown
Each so deep and superficial
Between the forceps and the stone

Well I looked at the granite markers
Those tribute to finality – to eternity
And then I looked at myself here
Chicken scratching for my immortality
In the church they light the candles
And the wax rolls down like tears
There’s the hope and the hopelessness
I’ve witnessed thirty years
We’re only particles of change I know, I know
Orbiting around the sun
But how can I have that point of view
When I’m always bound and tied to someone
White flags of winter chimneys
Waving truce against the moon
In the mirrors of a modern bank
>From the window of a hotel room

I’m traveling in some vehicle
I’m sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way

December 17, 2009

big moony skies

I’ll give a knowing nod

To the brother on the iPod

“I rub my wounds with alcohol”

I love the sound of fuck all

I feel everything but small

enraptured under big moony skies

Where prayers stand a chance,

Where joy awakens eyes,

Guts are calm, for hearts beating restless,

& There’s a man and moon romance.

December 16, 2009


Another clown rules things

                                 or rather, is let to

Another cloud rolls in

                                 or rather is stiletto made to

Another King and Queen

                                 marry for Peace

Another thing I’ve seen

                                They’ve nary a taste in their very own domain, tho’

Another pussy cat caresses & purrs for her food

Another lovelike gesture  misunderstood

Another dark maneuver

                                   to deliver  a need

cajoled from a kingdom, a lover

                                   lies indeed

December 13, 2009

Lie Nightmare I Might Share

Filed under: poetry, prose — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 1:22 pm

this time, in this dream,

when I would finally leave

a party of mostly faces

and partly too costly embraces,

on a porch out back

I see a swirl of charcoal

an  act

of black air

over our fields

December 12, 2009

Belmont Ave Wordgirl

She didn’t have to shift out of the shadows

To emanate.  Belmont Ave Wordgirl had a

Focussed beam  projected by

A heart & laugh  concocted by

A furtive stew within,

Furious with worked words.

Evenings leaning on a pen,

Serious with her worked words,then.

We were calm enough then

We sat splayed in a sun in a rose garden eden

That they rightly used us in the nightly news,

“Spring’s Here!” I bet her we told ’em

In that weather scroll.

I was not calm enough then.

(Yr silent prose never went so sure)

Opening yr front door;

A vision I want dear

Forever;  Man, Yr really  wearing a mans white shirt,

And a guitar, on a big chair with a white sheet draping too.

I regret  that i let

Our moment

Shut too quiet

That I don’t now want to see

Like that front door

Shut behind me.


“You broke my heart… Carol”   

                                                -Rickie Lee Jones, From :Magazine

“Sorrow spoken here”       

                                                -Todd Rundgren, From “Who’s Sorry Now”

December 10, 2009


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.

December 9, 2009


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

December 5, 2009

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.

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