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

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.

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.

.

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

March 9, 2015

“Bridge’s out”

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“Bridge’s out”

A boy in a blue scarf shouted.

But a girl with high boots and a cape

only whispered  “Icy  isn’t  safe”.

Both their lines seemed to lift steamlike,  upwords,

opposing  most all  downfall  white

(On his hair,  in her eye lashes).

White  lit it all,  it meant to mask the night.

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Ethereal, yet so real, their faces were so pale.

They are, I thought, not far from fainting.

I strained to scout beyond them,  they stood out

Stark against wood and trail.

It confused me, admittedly, I might see a  painting.

.

“Watch yourself”,  their voices, close,

It sounded some  like me  who

confoundedly joined their chorus.

Starting down to the river,

I shake off a shiver under my clothes.

I take a deep icy breath, then take a step nearer chaos.

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.                              (nightmare from five years ago)

March 6, 2015

F O G

There’s fog.
Then, there’s people landing planes at all hours.
There’s dogs chasing birds
on runways. And one way those people in those towers
can plan to, and see to, land planes is
the guts to go with the guages.
They heartfelt dealt with data,
Trusted all they’d seen
on their farforeign &; onlyman made monitor screen.
As dogs flushed their fog,
hands hover over lights
and cover their old bets,
their usual action.

,

,                                                                            from 2009

November 22, 2014

fleeting thing

I would probably  be able to say,

I  could pray  for  love.

.

“mistakes  got  made.”

That just was spokespeople, just was scripted to say

At press conferences/  when the best of the last vestiges

of subterfuge/  just clears away

Just  faster than the disaster will

.

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if only i will…

if only i was able…

September 10, 2014

My Ravine

 

 

When I arrive at my ravine

& even the underlying lies fall off,

Even then,  all the subtle murmurs can mean

Something sure enough to  yell off.

.

If  & when I can arrive at my ravine cliff

I’ll sort the certainties, the lies

Of agonizing hesitations, if

Only  one  clarity would rise.

April 19, 2013

Naturally

Subjectively,

It’s some joker at work,

Seen at the first sink  in the industrial men’s room

Finding it funny to call out a hollowy comment on

Animal shitting sounds that must happen there;

“All right down there?”

Very peculiar POV

.

It’s a locker room loon at work who

Starts with minimal confirmed facts on the latest outrageous public violence

And formulates (or cyberRightgurgitates) convoluted conspiracy.

And Armed  antiGovt  Fearinsecure suggestions

I hate their naturally  peculiar POVs 

 

November 25, 2010

SILENCE FOR SIRE

 

Agonizingly,  A  friend, and wise king,  He

Begged  for  his  life.

I woke  &  witnessed his naked strife.

As softly he spoke out his pleas,

Softer, I called my  ”All Mercy”.

.

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If only,  as when our women grieve,

I should wear a veil, head bent.

I would shield  my  damning  grief,

And all my disillusionments.

July 30, 2010

Mistaken Identity

I’ve heard it said

that Alfred Hitchcock,

who explored & investigated psychological matters,

artistically in his films,

particularly the nature of fear,

or a variety of fears,

I’ve heard it said

that Alfred Hitchcock’s

own personal greatest fear

was of  being  accused of something

he was not responsible for..falsely accused.

Falsely accused,

of all the things to be afraid of.

.

.how many guys get killed

going for their wallet,

.

&  they  thought it was a gun?

August 12, 2009

Fear, And A Moment’s Grace To Go On

I heard a ways back/that the actor Peter Sellers/stormed off a set/(a clunker cliche’/”stormed” as a verb)/That Sellers acted up, disturbed/by all that was wrong when a man in the crew/wore green and purple.

Sellers balked at doing the scene and walked off/quite mad./Purple and green./An omen of death,I guess/not for you/

Edgy artist/Peter felt put out enough about it/the stuperstition thing/to blurt it/stand by it/insistassuming others to buy it.

 

 

Stuperstitious/I’m edgy/it just doesn’t hurt./Tonight I wear my purple tee shirt/The one I sport under my sportjacket For and at my favorite Art concerts/My sisters,/my snug Mr. olive greenjeans, and Airwalks are on/I ride on a stride so fucking strong/As my ipod/ juju/ Radiohead/will carry me dead on.