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

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.

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

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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 9, 2015

J U S T

I.     Lost

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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.”

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 II.  Birdsong
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I’ll dare to speak of sparrows

in shrapnel filled WW I battlefield winds,

in sharp scarlet dawns

they’ll sing to find their kind

if they’ve  lived,

a song will find its way back,

between the  blood & budding daybreak

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   III.    J U S T
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it could be/ a branch of a tree

perched at a high hill

would have a new bud  just

breaking through/ it would be just for you

and in time  a blossom. You’d just

lift yr arm up/ and pull it down/ just in time

to drink it through

with yr deepest stealing breath.///

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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

April 25, 2015

Seaside Outlook Bench

SEASIDE OUTLOOK BENCH

April 25, 2015

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Down near  out of waiting, or out of lord’s luck

Down on their seaside outlook bench

Grown  men  searching

Aim down for sombre storming

Strict on the straight sea

“Comfort me”/ “Come for me”

& Sure more  in ecclesiastical clenches

& More  in a chimerical clutch

Love’s  fanciful  watch

March 30, 2015

The Absensualist

I could finally confide

that lately I’d  lost

that long drive that’d taken me

off all my maps.

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She would certainly intercede,

She brought fresh buds through frost,

I’ve a return drive  she’d taken me

Back onto new paths.

.

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I can close my eyes  and see

Her heart  near and warm

But open  I can not see

Her hand upon my arm.

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(from july 2010)

March 24, 2015

L O S S T (What Then Goes, When That goes)

I’m  m.mustly…/

I am stammering/ I must/ Fail to believe  it/

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Clamoring chime bells/ Of  mercy/

A Rhyming of rain & relief/

When paired/

W/ death’s despair/

It’s cleanly/ So messy/

Supremely/ good grief.

March 12, 2015

STILL, THERE WAS THAT LIGHT

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She won’t remember when

Without a word we wandered

Dark  collegetown  neighborhoods.

Where were the dogs & cops?  I wondered.

We were thrilled for the night  still.

Still,  there were all the satellites.

And very still, there was that light

In a candlelit  picture  window.

It  gave  a silhouette, a shadow   readying  a bed.

Buffing up a sheet,  she showed us,

Me and my sister Janny,

Her  heartstopping   Beauty;

A silent ballet shadow show  that

We acknowledged

Her  walkstopping   ethereal naked lines,

Then  continued on, still wordless

Then  getting stiller yet.

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.                              (happy birthday, janice)

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.”

January 13, 2015

F A I L U R E

A peripheral-visionary

Somehow stepped in cow poop.

Then  a man-on-a-missionary

Also Failed to see all  his true path

Also Failed to seek wholey  his newest  breath

Tho’ he hovers over roses,

Forever forgetting  lettting  out  as tho’

Fire candles require no

Repose

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