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

July 20, 2012

still full in caftans

You need to know

You needn’t load these new cameras

It’s less necessary  this new era

I imagine now  new images

ejaculate pointblank to blank pages

Get-sets galore fill gallery folders

I heard Gatling gun wordings

for fun  function as captions

I read that the wind full in caftans

Help to heft up our boulders

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still tho’

July 17, 2012

“No, You Phoria!”

Filed under: fragments, poetry, prose — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 10:24 am

 

“Euphoria.”

&  for her, right back

“No, You phoria!”

Our joy rightly stacked

Pallets!   Muy high!

We’d ballet,  &  Bali Hi

We’d dip, over deep,  & sleep some

We’d awaken  our way, um,

We’d make our way, best we can

To our best Russian waitress and

Have our own hashbrowns   eggside

She’ll pour our coffee for our ride

homes

July 14, 2012

C L I P

Filed under: fragments, poetry, prose — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 11:19 am

 

 

 

 

“There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say “It is yet more difficult than you thought.” This is the muse of form. It may be then that form serves us best when it works as an obstruction, to baffle us and deflect our intended course. It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.” ― Wendell Berry
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I’ve dreamt  and forget..

I only kept

One excerpt, one clip

I took back

Here to look back to

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You could see down

To two  in the water,

Not drowned.

You could see that down there

That they were freely moving.

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Y’see

We ride out on

That river of grasses,

That  for a while now

Made for miles

Between us.

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We’d ride out on

The one door, the one

We always want open

We’d ride one door

Still open

Wide to a wide world.

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July 12, 2012

The Unpalpable Ash

Filed under: poetry, prose — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 11:52 am

“..If I touch/ Near the fire/ The unpalpable ash..”

-Pablo Neruda  (7/12/04-9/23/73)  from  “If You Forget Me”

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I wonder when one day

We’ll pocket our passions

They’ll fasten  in look-see  neck  lockets

Soon it’ll seem right

To wear…She’ll share hers in sunlight

Fashion  will see to it  we

Unabashedly

Undress off our soft  underthings

And  show  softer

Bold  and  tender

Expressings