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

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

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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’

May 31, 2011

Jots on Aging

I’m just a step behind the old man

I’m spotting him so as he knows  nothing of

In case he falls.

,

I walk a step in front of him

So he can see something big to follow

So I’ll lead  and lure, surely a solid jewel

&  follow us  like  we’re a fragile jewel 

 

May 20, 2011

S T O I C

I  contend

I can maintain  mainly steady motion,

As a  seastorm wreck  under ocean.

I’ll  extend

My hand humanely.  Mainly obligation.

I must offer up, against the grain,

To dare offer  heart,

That light  from a slat

In a self-styled safe cell that

Will spill and splash

On  still quite a quiet crash scene again.

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.

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.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

April 2, 2011

reserve

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

Hold

January 28, 2011

Words Fall, Spaces Would Fill

A man in a dilemma

A fool in such a fix

You’ll expect such a trainwreck

You’d see a face transfixed

And  torn.

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but

Emboldened by her shine on him,

Words fall into place & into spaces between them

Would fill  with good feel

Comprehension.

Words Go  &

Cohesion,

Not torn.

January 20, 2011

Beauty And Black

If you’re too tired to talk

If it’s too late for listening

My little time to tell you

But I think I just must tell you both

My dreams were dark   no  darker

Much darker than your bedroom

I’m afraid and I need to tell you

I want to tell you to hug me

And to let me under your blankets.

One morning I saw you and they were off

I stood  and  stared

You were the very best thing I ever saw

Both of you were so good  I cried.

I don’t want to wake you

Just my little time to tell you  both

My dreams were dark  no  darker.

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