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

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.

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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.

August 11, 2014

IMPALPABLE

  

 

Neruda’s ” impalpable ash”

Chants away/

In the fray of my own tiny ruins.

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If I touch/ near the fire/

Impalpable ash..”

Chimes away/

And supports the clearing away  all

Insubstantial,

Makes way to take less blinding steps away

From  cave  to  climax

I’ve come to have left out

Crucial  rescue  tools

From my matutinal

Lost-combination locked bag of tricks.

In touch  information

Out

 

July 12, 2013

1 RHYME 4 NOW

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B4

7:44 am

the lawn man gone & begun

the back 40

B4 the dead’s morning dew 

had dried  he tried

B4 I’d tried a poem (1ce more)

he won’t wait to test the waters

he won’t stall off fallshort falters

he don’t palm off paltry gestures from loiterers

good things won’t cum to those who wait

for a rainier day

I would think

nor a plainer way

 

 

 

 

May 17, 2013

More “Creation Themes” I Found While (Not) Looking For Something Else

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i)

s t  I N K

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of all the lies

in the air

that this liar

is truly unaware of

(is  ’truly’  the right word?)

of all the lies

casual and caressing there

the air currents  n

night-blooming jasmine

the golden ones have come from…

(I’ve told em. All alchemy.)

emboldened lies, all born, I imagine,

from an open pen draining onto pages,

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from nothing.

ii).

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I’VE   IVORY

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Shiny gold pen when an old

Shade-off light bulb

(it can be a candle)

Best  Klieg-lights this  crèche ,

Best showcases this birthplace.

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On my knees

To lure verities,  (surely,  scour our trees)

To cure maladies,

Wrest fallacies from unsound foundations,

Whisper one less lonely

Wise,  recognizable incantation.

Take this shiny gold pen…!

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It’s nearby,  go forth,  go further.

I clear my path,

&  Go over…

&  I’ve  Ivory!

Simba’s  mammoth  cemetery!

(they must go deep)

Precious sunned bones poised on  as symbols

Archetexture   actually

I take a sacred see of symmetry

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iii)

When poetry’s  god the old notions

When poetry goes poetry in motion

All of a sudden certain

Privileged glimpses are blurting out

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All of a sudden

Uncertain unseen forces

Focus on instances, my wording output

(shushshush  on my sources)

It’s a code I can tap

Out

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December 6, 2012

Solid Things

 

 

 

 

There’s this secret I’ve kept so discreet

From lovers, & brothers, & mothers.

I’ve mis managed to become  so mum

It was only clearer to me

After  self therapy

The  other day,  or another.

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From  this  encompassing  dream,

I   finally  wanted

All the  solid things  I was sold  to get,

When it’s important  to want one.

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I   Get

Silk  batik ties, Italian silk shirts,

Mostly-silk  jackets,

Dry cleaned,  & all in the closet.

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I  Wait For And Get

Too new Peter & P.J., Gabriel and Harvey,

Unheard of, they’re still in their jacket.

Too new Laurie Anderson, Richard Thompson,

Unheard of, they’re still in their jacket.

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I  Waited  For  &  Get a

Big  Bio book   of Elliott Smith,

and the case is still closed

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I   Get

New  Yorker’s

Drawings  &  Captions

All of them  (All these years)

Data   on   disc

unplayed  &  unsmiled  to. (sadly)

I   Got

New  Yorker’s

Drawings  & Captions

The Board Game…

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..

Why  I  With-hold

All  that  pleasure,

I haven’t a clue.

It’s half-like  holding  love

At arm’s length,

& watching it  do

.

 

 

 

November 19, 2012

Tentative

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It’s a wild shame that  the same child

That’s able to verbalize,

That  can  say

“Here today,

Gone tomorrow”

Is  so  fresh,

She shouldn’t.

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.                     No apologies to William Blake (& the Eternals) & all those tender, tentative  songs of innocence

 

 

November 15, 2012

Eaglets (Just Past Barricades)

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When my time’s up,

I bet, When it’s time to settle up,

&  I’m front & back  up against the barricade,

I bet, I dare  to gawk and glare

Past the barricade.

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I’ll scarcely be scared

Or  ever

The least bit biblically

Humbled by heaven.

.

I would

I could not  certainly see

The  foals  and fawns there,

Pups,  piglets,

&  All our infants.

Eaglets  soar  there

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uncharacteristically,

I would not mind waiting.

still

August 15, 2012

BLOOD SHADOWS OILS FOR LATER

 

In the upper peninsula of Michigan
blustery State Road 2 you must go.
It’s quite common to drive over
deep blood in snow/ dead buck or  doe./
Just as felines must fall & fill gutters
South of there, all over./
deep blood in the snow./
With the people of upper Michigan
it’s quite common  they’ll drag & drape over
& tie up their meat
off the back of their battered trucks
and freight it home to their freezers
for later./

Here in Southwest Florida
on the way to work
it’s uncommon…
(I called out  “Oh My God!”)
it’s uncommon to drive over…
(I killed  an alligator)
I was light on sleep and late for work/
All in a dream’s dread,  in my headlights,
I called out  “Oh my God!”

Still, Later, When I left working, dark and yet dawning
(I had  left It for the taking.  &  It was gone.)
Still were spilled  shadows. most  it was gone.

Lost. home, what would save me?
milk cream & alcohol
Nor Down on my knees
under some Art on a wall;
Oils had spilled on an
empty space clean/
I know this all is from All.
(I called in “oh my god”)

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stains for a dream

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(from 3 yrs ago, true story)

August 4, 2012

SOME BRUSHES WITH FAME

 

 

 

Spaulding Gray,   RIP

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=coxoEhQmjzY

Met, when he approached me, introduced himself and invited me to join him onstage for a performance, seriously

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Barry Sobel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sx1aRIj9LdQ

met in an odd situation, introduced him to my brother

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Richard Thompson

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9qHEoCfzjw&feature=digest

met  twice for a backstage meet & greet

a hero

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now, it’s yr turn. Do Tell

July 20, 2012

still full in caftans

You need to know

You needn’t load these new cameras

It’s less necessary  this new era

I imagine now  new images

ejaculate pointblank to blank pages

Get-sets galore fill gallery folders

I heard Gatling gun wordings

for fun  function as captions

I read that the wind full in caftans

Help to heft up our boulders

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still tho’

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