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

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

.

.

.                                         (from 2009)

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

June 24, 2013

BIG MOONY SKIES

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I’ll give a knowing nod

To the brother on the iPod

“I rub my wounds with alcohol”

I love the sound of fuck all

I feel everything but small

enraptured under big moony skies

Where prayers stand a chance,

Where joy awakens eyes,

Guts are calm, for hearts beating restless,

& There’s a man and moon romance.

 

 

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March 27, 2013

E N R A P T

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I should take my shadow on a full moon walk/

I should tackle my dark in a full press block/

truth is useless for a metaphor man/

I’d need stronger measures. I’d witness

A stranger changing in front of a mirror,

Trying on odder fitting outfits,

Lines sure and sheer./

 

.

So nervously casual unwrapped/enrapt

So near a naked half turn onto eye you

We lay fastened on grand pianos

Braying asses assuredly elegant

                               in perfecting predawn light

.

A quiet gust came up

Only the smallest leaves take swirl

On paths  in moon

.

Aligning our times

We  counted  skies

We  chimed  in

         “ONE”

CATCH & NOTICE

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Moments ago my big ole moon goes

right gauze-skirting inside a night cloud

Once I see this,  honestly,

It’s a black & white flicker

It’s a late, late, late show. It’s “The Letter”

“I walked With A Zombie”, “The Third Man”,”Cat People”.

Something is going on

Like under a magicians hankerchief

Something is gonna happen

We go darker into shadow

&  It’s Eminent  &  Soon

If we should  just  catch & notice

god’s shiny icon in a guaze skirt

 

February 8, 2012

Catch & Notice

Moments ago my big ole moon goes

right gauze-skirting inside a night cloud

Once I see this,  honestly,

It’s a black & white flicker

It’s a late, late, late show. It’s “The Letter”

“I walked With A Zombie”, “The Third Man”,”Cat People”.

Something is going on

Like under a magicians hankerchief

Something is gonna happen

We go darker into shadow

&  It’s Eminent  &  Soon

If we should  just  catch & notice

god’s shiny icon in a guaze skirt

December 1, 2010

E N R A P T

So nervously casual unwrapped/enrapt

So near a naked half turn onto eye you

We lay fastened on grand pianos

Braying asses assuredly elegant

                               in perfecting predawn light

.

A quiet gust came up

Only the smallest leaves take swirl

On paths  in moon

.

Aligning our times

We  counted  skies

We  chimed  in

         “ONE”

April 28, 2010

shackled in full moon’s shadow

if my bloody feet

work the way

up my path as they

might,  come day,

                 .

these falls,  this stumbling,

All before my Moonlight

would be humbling

with goodly reason.

December 17, 2009

big moony skies

I’ll give a knowing nod

To the brother on the iPod

“I rub my wounds with alcohol”

I love the sound of fuck all

I feel everything but small

enraptured under big moony skies

Where prayers stand a chance,

Where joy awakens eyes,

Guts are calm, for hearts beating restless,

& There’s a man and moon romance.