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

September 22, 2015

TRICKLE DOWN VOODOO ANTICS

We say bad things about people who hurt us.

That way they’d let up to haunt & to curse us.

We didn’t dismiss their nonsense,

just cruelly,

We vent  and vanquish their malevolence.

& thus  Renewal.

September 19, 2015

The Infinite Up Against The Finite, Up Again

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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,

Then Worked to recall.  All by breakfast.

July 1, 2015

BIT OF A RECLUSE

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It could be I got bit

Three times by a recluse spider.

Here in the sub-tropics

Where recluse spiders are risky.

But I’m a bit of a recluse, too.

I like the dark,

My own time, & whiskey.

Oh, the friends and kin  call me;

They go “Cool Guy!”,

They might  “Night Falls” me.

The three red moons on my arm,

They do enthrall me,

Almost with their own flow chart.

It’s  dangerous  art,

Three red, full moons on my arm.

June 19, 2015

LEG LIFTS JUST BEFORE THOSE SWIFT DOORS CLOSE; AN EXERCISE

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The next step/ waiting maybe  too wrong

into  dark matter

An other thing/ a rung on a dark ladder

A nothing/

As it happens/ not to happen/

The next step/ leg stiff/ fixing to flex

to a leg lift/

I’m fixing to find/ A gift of intentions

To move me to move/

given/ attention enough

to move on/ away from the station

June 3, 2015

What are you reading Wednesday (A Game better than solitaire?)– Jim Harrison’s “The Big Seven”

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What Are You Reading Wednesdays can be a game better than Solitaire.To participate, open your current read to page 34 and answer the three questions listed below. If you have a blog, feel free to leave a link down in the comments so that others can visit and see your post. If you don’t, just leave a note with your answers.

The Questions are:
1. What’s the name of your current read?

2. Go to page 34 in your book or 34% in your eBook and share at least one complete sentence.

3. Would you like to live in the world that exists within your book? Why or why not?

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My Answers this week are:

1. “The Big Seven”  by Jim Harrison

2.”He reflected that in literature our lives were rivers which seemed inappropriate to him. Rivers were unstoppable, of great power. We were primarily creeks or rivulets that flowed into rivers. You could hope your life to be a smooth, clear, strong creek. You could make it so with care. Or you could muddy it up with carelessness. Sunderson had to put himself in the latter category but then nothing was stopping a change.”

3.A careless old man in the woods, just this side of change? Um, OK

May 25, 2015

SO FAR

the creatures there  were at their creek

when they witnessed me by the moon

I was quiet enough on my path

but they looked up, then back down to their drinking

I was so lost they didn’t scatter

so lost the full moon only considered my prayers

I got turned around when the wind picked up

I can’t find my feet or so far

my way back

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.                                         (from 2009)

May 23, 2015

LOUD BARE TREES SWING ‘ROUND, THEN STOP

I must discuss

A dark circus is in town

A boy in a spin, and trees swing around

He drops, and the swing stops

New dewfrost falls, he’s lost

In all the bare trees

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A heavy disguise

Could be of use here

So cover your eyes, please

Your lover’s indecent

And trying on lies

His heart’s denying hard here

It’s a fact;  Abstract lies

.

Squeezebox  hymns  seem

To squish by inbetween

Aligned  treebark

Lighted & Loudened by a fullmooncloud

Lions let free/  Dark

Circus tonight and if I might

Mix in that crowd

A heavy disguise could

Be of some use

May 11, 2015

SEA FOAM PHANTOMS

very lately

I’ve looked to see

just off a shoulder,

sharp right outside a window,

just off camera,

some one  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

(facts)

green sea black deep.

May 2, 2015

FIREDANCE

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“A man can bare himself before others only out of a particular kind of love. A love which acknowledges, as it were,that we are all wicked children”— Ludwig  Wittgenstein

Savagely,

I can dance around a fire.

If the spirits take notice,

If they’re drawn by this sight,

As  we   might  be

lured by the light

of dead stars, already,

If the spirits take notice of

Me at the blaze

My body and face,

(Not at all faking

What I choose  to let loose)

Shiny, and shaking  away my disease,

Let said spirits kindly

sign off on release.

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(FROM 2012)

April 29, 2015

RED DUST, THEN

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COROT

“Vee Ah Kahn Dee Yohss”,

A waif, an infant  waved me.

All  from god’s dirt. All dutiful.

Beautiful.

.

That desert land was flat as a cracker.

That red dust  rode up buzzard wings.

As a severe sun  must settle  on everything,

We must see the dust as a fact, there.

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As it happened  my path was hard.

As it had been.

An innocent blessing to know,some, from that nino.

I needed to remember, and heed, then.

Now, & then.

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.imagery: COROT

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