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

November 10, 2012

Another Throwaway Film Review

Filed under: fragments, prose — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 10:36 am

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

what if

the differences

“menacing”  moonglare shadows;

stirred by high winds,

branches & loud leaves,

turn maniacal, turn  magical.

What if the differences  they made on

some moods some might have

early after just waking,

What if the difference they made was

benefitting  and lightened

awakening moods

like “I walked With A Zombie”  does.

 

 

October 9, 2012

Setting The Table

Aw heck,  on a lark,

I likely heard a   “Hark,

Hear all this  beck and call”.

There, I see it had hailed from  icy altitudes.

So, when I wised up some, and tried to listen,

At this end, I waited, and while I waited, I understood.

It wasn’t  the explanation,

It was the going  on & on deal,

Passing time,

It was  setting the table,  not the meal.

August 3, 2012

COMMENNUIQUE’

 

 

While you come out and say

You might await some communique’

I might just wait some

To formulate  some take on

Raw data  streaming onto the tarmac

(Surreally so As filmstrip will go spill  off a reel)

This all filling files somewhere

There must  have been plenty

Taking place.

.

Night, when there might have been plenty

Taking place

I escaped unscathed, tho’ scattered

It remains to be seen & heard

If I would make  it matter

It can be  there may be  plenty

Taking place.

February 11, 2012

N O I S E

“May  our  miracles

…Not be cruel.”

I tipped my head up,

Away from my novel.

So uncharacteristic

From some televangelistic

Noise at the end of Pop’s assisted-living room.

The old & Southern bible guy

Was odd  about numbers, too.

Not magic mathematics about chapters & verse,

But worse,  what words add up to,

& seven is this

& five is that.

His numbers were different from mine.

Maybe,  I was getting it wrong.

The old & Southern crowd was all nodding.

It takes a stadium.

Maybe  ‘m

Imaginin’,

Tho’ mostly sure  that’s it.

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

January 7, 2012

Between Olive And Rose

It is foolish to suggest

These twin sisters finish

Each others’ sentences,

This strange twist is

They  start  them.

.

One started how there’s no stopping

When ones’  wounded in hatred;

“The malev..violence at the mall,”

“A machine gun in a car”,

Said her sister, as she went so far to

Read the paper.

“I  know him.

Y’know,  He reminds me of the fraud

In a camouflaged cap

Who was there begging for another vague veterans cause.

When I passed, he aggressively addressed me,

‘Enjoy your Free dom’. Yeah,  that’s him

In the paper”

.

One started how there’s no stopping

One  wounded in love.

In truth, when one’s  sweet tooth

is acting up, often, off the map,

It’s true, House cats that come

From the darkest rooms & the farthest lawns

Are drawn to Sweet Tooth’s lap,”

Her blood sister could only flush.

December 26, 2011

COUP DREAM

in a dance we did

yr thinner, inner landscape was inscribed, was

vapid.  insi Pitity.

me, I was a hundred mindfields away,

defragging yr administration, declassifying yr files,

& imitating yr walk.

stepping up some

June 17, 2011

THREAT

There’s this effing coughing guy.

Coughing his damn fool sick muccoused  head.

He’s right behind me.

I’d bet half the health insurance check I’ll need

He’ll reject  deflecting all that sick  and

No manners to lift up that handy hefty hand.

He keeps coughing, this jerk,

&  me with three hours  of work

&  then I’m free,  or start to be.

When I reach my  muy  private beach…

Known for its   internal tune up  sun

 Its eternal straightline horizon

.

Three hours and It’s a Go

Leave this stress that  god I know

This thing with cough  just threatens  “No”

April 14, 2011

Daddy O Defense

I’m used to when

Her  smoky strategems

Confuse me again.

It’s best when

Her aggression

Can at least just  get  on

In her release of her inner buttons.

April 5, 2011

More Empty Words

I’m short doing my part as a partner

She hadn’t eaten all day

That turned into night.

That emergency room wait

Is too cold for someone who hasn’t slept.

Her old father’s in pain for sure

For indignities after procedures.

And now her pain & indignities are here

(No Daddy’s girl must assist with his catheter)

& I’m away from her at work

Seeing that  more empty words

Are looked over,  seen to,

& offered up  too.

.

.My only love

Has been thought

Disjointed,

I’ve been called confused,

My prose, it’s problematic,

My poetry,  obtuse.

But my empty word

Are full of feeling

At least  some time  I put them down

And the passion  I keep stealing

Pierces the warpaint of this sad clown

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