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

May 2, 2015


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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


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.




(FROM 2012)

February 7, 2012


It might seem

All this wretched week

I’m nights dreaming,

‘Till their drench ed sheets

Drape their flushed & fleshy souls

In the same town

Wet, & yet

Won’t drown

In deep waters

Just out the door, around.


They’ll soon drift,

‘Till noon, a different drift.

At long last They’re lift ed

A strong  love’s loft,

Soft, &


November 19, 2011


It can make me feel I’m flying

This high eagle’s full-wing sirrus arcing

It’s just after our congress convenes our session

I still stand up still not talking.

You can make me feel I can’t fly

You just want us, still, on a sure line

Too distant  to walk.

May 18, 2011

Radiance In A Dark Room

It’s a snug dark room.

When our voices need to pause,

The outside’s  breakers  keep good time.

To imagine our intimacy   in measures

Is far-fetched.  We’re free form

At last.  Our wretchedness is pushed

At  more distant fogs.  Senses locked

At  actual  joy.

In that snug dark room,

Our eyes  down  for the

Radiance  of our need,

The cadences  for our feeding.

April 23, 2011


This is something written a long time ago

 Most of it came from index cards laid out on the floor, each with words I remember spoken)


                     C O M P L I M E N T S


  Another winter in Southwest Florida and I was still..as in the past few winters, unemployed but South-warm as I waited out these winter months. Still too,  I felt empty, lonely, and too far from some destiny, these times,      I like to imagine.

.To lighten my spirits some, I might take in a film.

I first heard her as I was returning to my seat from the restroom                   To:  roughly the same seat I always choose in every theater.                         From: the roughly always visit I take to the restroom minutes                        just short of showtime.


I first heard her from her seat, off the aisle as I pass.                                              “Hi”                                                                                         “oh..hellow”. And then back to roughly  standard procedure.


As the lights go down, off left  of my seat, in the dark aisle, two figures       with strange bags are already starting into my row. The tallest figure,          her teeth, strangely bright in the dark, is a smiling, talking woman, and she pulls the hand of a little girl who’s apparently crippled. She is talking              to me, telling me: “You don’t mind if we sit with you”                                                     Before I can say “Sure”  she starts stepping in front of me  and  I      start to stand.


“When I saw you..I said ‘That man is..Boy, Is that man good-looking”                “I just had to come down and sit next to you.”     


“This is Dee”  (I look over and this tenish girl in leg braces and   horn-rimmed glasses turns nervously to me,  peeps a Hi,  and then abashed,  back to the screen.)


“We all live in a house,                           I have for awhile.                                                                                                    Dee calls me Mama. She has six mamas. She calls six girls Mama.”


“I like to go to church. What church do you go to?”                                                      “I don’t go to church.”                                         “Oh.”


“I work at Goodwill. I lift heavy boxes sometimes. Just like a man.”             Billy, he likes girls.  He’s friendly to me,                                                                         He works there too.”


“I like boys.”                    Y’know, I did it with a black that lived next door.”


“I did it once in a theater”


“My boyfriend left. He said I lied. But I didn’t lie. He went back up                     to Winter Haven.  He didn’t trust me”


“I’m a good girl.”


“You’re very good looking.. You know that?                                                              Did anyone ever tell you?”



“Look.   Look, I’m looking at you.”

“I can’t help it.”


(Turning back) “Dee thinks you’re very good looking, too”                                  (She continues to watch me.  I watch the screen)


“What are you thinking?”

I lean over, benevolently I guess) “You see,,since I was a youngster..     seeing a motion picture has been a serious hobby of mine..I mean..that I guess I take it pretty seriously..that is (and turning back to look at her carefully in the eye) “I like to pay pretty close attention.”


“Oh, I’m sorry.”                                                                                                                         “That’s all right.”


“Where are you from?”                                                                                                        “The North.”                                                                                                                          “Why, Me too! I’m from Virginia & Maryland,,Y’know where that is?”         “Yes.”                                                                                                                                               “I wish I was in Virginia. When I get married I want to live in Maryland.   That is…If I can catch a man.

.                                         4.

(The main character on the screen embraces the main female character   from behind. She’s wearing a slip only, and he kisses her on the neck.)

“OH…I like that.” (Comes her voice just next to me, almost expectedly)


“Do you like this movie?”                                                                                                        “I don’t Know.”                                                                                                                        “Oh, I’m sorry.”                                                                                                                         “That’s all right.”


“Do you know we’re the only ones in the theater?”                                                      (I look around and sure enough…)                                                                             “Must be a real popular movie.” (Stalling)


(The first time I’ve noticed her being interested in the film)                          “That’s what I’m thinking about..since I met you..a nice person..                          a friend like you.”


“I don’t like scary movies..so we came to this one.                                                       I like naughty movies”                                                                                                        (She leans away) “Are you enjoying this movie, Dee?”                                             “Yeah.”


“I can’t help it.. but I’m looking at you..I can’t help looking at you.”              (She looks back over my shoulder and around the theater)                      “Y’know, we’re the only ones here.I didn’t think I’d meet someone like you.

I looked around and you were the only..I saw you and said,man, is he good looking and i couldn’t sit by myself,when such a good looking..”Dee turns to us both,courageously “You want some popcorn?” And after she turns to her little friend, this woman turns back to me “Do you want some?”


“You gotta girl?”                                                                                                                     “No. But i guess I used to and.. I guess that’s on the back burner now”              (I pause and look at her, she looks her own kinda pensive, “Oh.”

“I guess I want to focus on my own life now, you know, live for myself, just me, day by day.”

“Day by day..yes..I see.”
“I just got my hair done.”

(Another long pause, then resigning myself, I look back over to her. I pull my sweater over my head. She watches. I put it on my lap. He eyes left me and followed the sweater to my lap. she slowly looks up to me)

“You remind me of my brother’ (Now, this is interesting.)

“Were you close to your family?” (scandalously)

“No. I don’t talk to any of them.My brothers and sisters. Not even my Uncle Ed.  My mother kicked me out of the house when she found out.”

(another long pause)

“I live with six girls. Y’know if you invited me..over to your place I could cook you a steak, and I’m a real good cook” (and when there’s no response from me)’..And I can make love. (she still watches me)

“Oh I can make love real good.”


“Look. Look what I’m doing..I’m undoing this..”

(THIS I ignored.)

“Y’know if you gave me your phone number..”(she stares intently at the side of my burning face, I feign one “just as intense” interest in the film. “Hmm?”


“I’d like to touch you…run through that hair..” (Jeez, all this and she’s        soap opera sappy on top.)                                                                                                “NO. I   don’t like to be touched” (& ever so quietly) “sometimes.”                        “I could put my head on your shoulder..and sleep maybe.”                               “No. I wish you wouldn’t do that”

(A long few minutes pass, she reaches down, shuffles her bags, leans over to Dee and whispers something, they both stand and as she slips in front of me; “See you later”.

.                                          5.

(Something beside me brings me back)

“We’re back.” (I stand and they return to their seats)                      “Dee..here..Move all the way in (and to me, Strong) “Help Her”                                                        (I do, then I’m back to up front..is obviously the “winding up” images of what has been. conclusively now to me here, an ignored film. Well.back as well as we can.

“The end must be soon.” (She proclaims)                                                                    (She probes) ”Are you going to come here next saturday?”                                 “Do you come here every week?”  (he prys)                                                               (she discloses) “Yes.”

(the film’s last shot freezes in a still, and the credits start rolling up, the curtain down.)                                                                                                                            “I gotta go” (a little too hurriedly) “You’re a nice person..You’re (she starts to look very surprised) “Thanx for the compliments.”(she is surprised now) “Maybe we’ll meet again, Bye.” (One breath.)                                                           (And already starting up the aisle.)                                                                                  (A  strangely fragile voice, back down the aisle there, closer to the silver screen, in the darkness)  “Oh. Yes. Bye.”


-I hurried the rest of the aisle, pushed through the peak-windowed swing doors, squinted off the light, and quick..into the men’s room and into a stall.

Cloistered in sanctuary, this saint/sinner has his visions. The nature of male/female sexuality, power, control, love, mercy.

At her bellowing “Hello!” to the concession girls on her way out..intrudes here. I wait. Jeez, Hello on her way out, fits right in somehow.                              I get up, push the stall door open and here I am eye to eye to him.                   in the wall mirror. “Jeez.”


Rounding a corner out in the parking lot, I see her in the picture window in Walgreen’s, having a soda with Dee, she doesn’t see me as I drive past.


I get her to (surprisedly) wave back when I come back around the block.

April 2, 2011


There’s this  homemade barricade

And man, my hand-fed

Selfish self-explanations

For it,  my big warm tit

Plump full of  obstacle

Homey white fence,  gateless

If only  a fighting defense,  gutless

My  hold ’em off

My hold ’em off

Hold off

Hold off


March 22, 2011

My Own Take

I’ve had my own take of hard times

I sold my blood at blood banks

I sold my semen, sperm banks

My stocks would  go    at all time Bush lows

Favorite restaurants without reason

Failed & nailed up,  not on off-season 

Maybe my next life

Bad luck won’t fuck up

Parts of my sex life

When I get  my next nod

Then I bet

I’ll  promenade

on Easy Street.

March 10, 2011

After A Year, He Asked Me About Her

I told my brother

About my lover

&  Though   he promised,

My woe  of being admonished;

A “When his wife hears’  situation.

By chance, my love is in the balance,

(& a crack in the foundation)

I say a secret  is a  sacred shell

&  Armors the pearl

Of Ardor  & Love there.

I’ll tell my brother

“When I let on about my lover…

All that’s  over”

Sure to use the word “when”

Not a word about “what’, say.

It’s best not his business, anyway.

February 22, 2011

Ann Serves Up & Verves Up

Man, she’s a looker &

Men,  do we look.

She’s there by that window

(At last,  She broadcasts

“Breakfast in my Nook”)

She’s there by that window

Daylight  delicately  shone

Through shade, chemise,

Through thighs,  so high

You sigh,  low moan,

Your  eyes  go  feast.


What Ann serves up  for free

Warms, and verves up me.


(As Ann  fleshes  it all out,

You benefit too, without one doubt.)

February 5, 2011

Morning Light Whites

My funny  anglophile,


I’m sure you could fit as british

I’m sure  that could be  one big hat

You wear  in yr garden  for tea

It’s a cliché’

But   porcelain

Is the crayon I’d use for yr skin.

It’s not the naughty tickle that gets you grinning

When I kiss yr creamy creamy belly,

You forget that  it calls   with beauty.

When I kiss yr bum & backside,

You ignore that it’s more than  backthere  backside.

When i explore yr inner arm,  inner leg,

All yr  inners,  Inner faces,

Now you  know  new  inner secret places,

New,  even to you, you nude alabaster


& you pray I’ll stay slow

but   oh

you  go

“go faster”.

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