D I S T A N C E S

1st chance I was free, this morning

I tried to get you on the horn

You’re too far, two or three days away,

At least a half dozen states away.

That’s  a ways away.

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I would speak about weaknesses here.

I could talk about how bleak it is here.

Your laugh could alter things.

That’s a ways away.

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Those who know me best say I’m worst.

In the day, I’m dark.

My points of view are too sharp.

My brain is broke. They’re checking now, here.

“It’ll all be OK”,  I was taught to say,  but I fear

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That’s a ways away.

NEW RULES TO TELL MY YOUNGER SELF

fear of fails will chafe yr idle safe

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fear of fails will clasp yr shutters closed

but when all else  goes

Go chance yr best yesses

Before the time lapses

Before time is too still

Before it’s too still

U S E L E S S

“And in the end it all boils down/A useless bit of running ’round”,  Todd Rundgren, from “I Think You Know”

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My uneasy manner may wear
Against a midnight and on
Persistent are
Green bottle shards

again & again
Against a reef

a Lighthouse
over sees

yet overlooks

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CAUTION YELLOW

Caution  yellow  caked  the  room

I had considered  color 

before I took a step in

I sensed right away

I would rename it  the “On The Verge Room”

“Amber Chambre”  just didn’t have all the facts in

“On The Verge” was the one way

I could describe it.  My profound feeling.

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I looked around and almost waited

For it to happen. My consequence.

Time passed, my nervous nausea failed to.

I knew  it would all Go. Nonethless.

I know it would all Go.

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“Lord Kiss Me Once More, Fill Me With Song, Allah Kiss Me Once More, So I May, So I May”

Some  sages  go

(A whispering wise guy softly, so surely said)

“Misspent love  went on to lonely”

“Misspent love  went on to lonely”

Ready made for Radio Emo

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Bookmarked  old  pages.

I can refocus  the fogs.

Someway stay clearly on course.

I’ll motion towards  sprays of moonwords

(Really)  I’ve moved before  from here before.

I can come to feel at home.

Then some really lonely songs share firesounds.

 

 

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TO SEE GETHSEMANE

Blackened breezes rustle
Sacred/ olive trees, skies muscled thick.
I took a sight that set me more lost
More sour than seasick.
I see him, knees bloodied,
Face drawn/ down
to earth.
I was being/ once/
Just a man also.
I spied/ by my back down
To my murk/
I cried/ by my own shadow,
But did not cry out,
To interrupt all that too intimate.

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When I was a young/ more willful man,
I fasted/ from dawn friday
Until the last of easter/ Today
I’m past that/ I take the families
To the best italian place,
For sacrificial lamb & blood red wine
& all before that, maybe grace.

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DA VINCI’S CLUE

 

To adjoin Your Maundy Thursday observances.
“But, behold, the hand of him that betrayeth me
is with me on the table”
Can you find Da Vinci’s clue to just who?

 

HALF-HALE & HARDY, yet

“The thick leaves in my murmur/ Are rustling like a dream/ And all their myriad voices/ Instinct with spirit seem”        Emily Bronte, from “The Night Wind”

 

 

 

 

 

I’m half-Hale & a Hardy old man.

Yet I have one world  of failings,

Yet  universal   ‘elan.     

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The endgame  is a sight closer

I can only see it  now

Like the woods across the street, Close,

Like one worn path for the woods.

T R E E

 

 

 

T R E E

 

There’s a tree in this stretch of barren hell

It has Beauty  and surely shade

I’ll sit and see how far I’ve come

I’ll look off to  somewhere I’ll die

 

 

 

Noir Morning

Change & keys upon a bureau corner

Can’t be far from boots and his trousers

Low volume all night tv tells murder stories

Some are unsolved like this week I’ve been havin’

I could get my car back if the garage is open

My fuckin’ phone got lost in a downtown without pity

I’ll maybe get another once I am way  down the road

Some contacts, all the music won’t be easily replaced

I can chalk it up to “Oh Well”.  Sunday’s almost come