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

February 19, 2015

T H E W A I T I N G

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I couldn’t keep my shirt on

I actually had a hand at the door

I wouldn’t wait for the EKG guy

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The express lines were full up at the IGA.

So was the cart in front of me, the one in my way.

My body required liquids  I needed to buy.

& me, I wouldn’t wait for the EKG guy

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My car needed work (I see I did too, OK?)

Ever  still again, Time stalled & would stay.

Never, “Our time is up for today”

I’d bet Time’s  a fleeting debt, not a gift.

I about bolted  but my Ford’s on the lift.

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You’d think a man with wait issues

Would shy away some

From a long-distance love, he could only see some.

How he’d wait & wait for  her laugh on the phone

How he’d wait & wait for  her letters to come

How he’d wait & wait for  liaisons  alone

How he’d wait & wait for  a time all their own.

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.Artwork  “The Waiting”  kindly loaned by Christian

http://chriseastmids.deviantart.com/

February 17, 2015

JUST/MISS

When I don’t hear from her

When we don’t talk

Instead of what might

just happen in late night

screwball comedies,

A black & white

Cakewalk

Where he keeps

Just missing her,

& unknown to her, her one & only is so near,

& you watch & wait for them to wise up,

For when their timing improves.

When I don’t hear from her

When we don’t talk

Instead of just sitting tight,

& trusting the plot twists,

& trusting our protagonists,

& holding still for all that insignificant subterfuge

Until it all plays out that

They can finally take cuts in the

Everything’s-Fine waiting line/

Instead of that

He keeps just missing her.

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Yesterday at the yoga class

I was asked to exhale out

All the inside I saw as unsettled.

And all this matter turned to air.

Then, to take in a new air. A More awake. A More aware

Just

Miss

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(From a year ago)

February 11, 2015

SHUNNING CLASSICAL INVESTIGATION

It’s meant to be  a pair of documents,

Y’see, But I signed both.

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Caught, I could  share   the clench

He put on that  pair of documents.

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Bright lights washed this whiteish room.

The solemness thing   a candle brings,

Though I searched,  all the shadows had no shade in this room.

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We digressed some away from

the heart of the matter

When he stressed  my stories were

fog & mirror

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I’m sure I concurred  that if

Scenes and factors shift

From tellings to retellings,

It seems the fact is  seems shifty.

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“But plainly, a  planned  lie,

A tall Alibi, that had ironclad  unchanging,

Mimicry! is one word for word bed story,

Read to children.

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Isn’t that one good bet

That wins & sets the liar free”

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I think he let it sink in, and then set.

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“And you expect me to reject

Classic casebook investigation technique

& instead of  doubting inconsistency,

Instead ..One consistent story

Is a tell tale “good bet”

for Guilty?  And yet,

changing ones tune again & again  is uniquely

Honest?   it’s best to revise to clarify..

As one more clearly

recalls  new  old  details?

Just as pieces of night dreams

Resurface  into..Really??!”

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“Um, yes.”

February 2, 2015

Georges Schwizgebel: Romance

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Gianluigi Toccafondo: Ten Holt – Partire dalla coda

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