S U B T I T L E
November 15, 2019
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This one liaison
We’ll go so for foreign films
Our unbridled pillow talk there,
On chiseled crystal chaise lounge chairs,
Will be subtitled.
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We’d meet.
One moon might
Light our clutch,
Tonight once closed curtains
Might one much-open-legged open.
We’d mean
To go so far as to
Show our gods of love lots what they’d once bet on,
Completedly with some things &
Unneededly subtitlings.
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F i n d
November 11, 2019
It’s like I took then lost this
I find the book but lose all my crucial glasses.
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When she’s away he awakens
In a computer chair at 4
In his underwear shivering
He shivers his way to a quiet bed for a quilt fervor.
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I could swear when I’m there in Cold Extraordinaire
I’ll find yr essence in the air
I breathe in on the other side of dark.
No charts, No GPS, No whereabouts facebook (I would guess)
Just heart, by the numbers, by the book.
SOMETHING GRACEFUL
November 9, 2019
Steady still intent
Instilling something graceful
I’ll force, offer up
Some strong move/ Something Nureyev
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for Pastor Nadia Bolz-Weber
ONE 1ST VERSE FROM WAITS’ WASTEBASKET
November 5, 2019
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Splash something stronger at the base of my pint glass
It’s more fertile earth
For to birth the guts & gas
One might need at night
To go on & drive clear off
Dark high-wire highways
Onto red dirt, rolling on cooling red dirt, to dead ends
So bleak a laugh comes out as a clearing cough
MY FARAWAY STEADY(R)
October 25, 2019
It wouldn’t, understandably,
Be unwise,
Not imprudent, Though circumspect to
Look directly into the seeing eyes
Of an astute, & ably Miss
And ask her, the tallest florist,
“What’s the apt blossom symbolism
Best for telling my faraway steady(r)
‘You know already. This Pair of us,
We know already. Our hearts,
They pound same messages, jungle drums.
We tend to our tender children, we calm
The fires near each of us, We brighten the burdens,
We ache the hours late late night.'”
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“Those, that nosegay near the ceiling”
MUST-SEE PAPERWORK
October 25, 2019
“I turn to my computer, like a friend” Kate Bush, from “Deeper Understanding”
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Could be true
They’re construed & constructed there
The stars are constant
(They aren’t?)/
As is my Immediacy with…
(My muse & I, we meddle with…)
Must-See
Paperwork/
Mystical Mythi calcal culOhYouUs/
Free-Spill Vessel-Fill/
My established ways/
To Ecstatic blushes/
Made Flesh my committed cumuniques
APPEARANCES
October 21, 2019
“SOME KINDS OF NIGHT ANIMALS AND PEOPLE THAT DON’T FIT IN WITH OTHERS AND THAT NOBODY REALLY BELIEVES IN. THEY KEEP OUT OF THE WAY ALL THE YEAR. AND THEN WHEN EVERYTHING’S QUIET AND WHITE AND THE NIGHTS ARE LONG AND MOST PEOPLE ARE ASLEEP
— THEN THEY APPEAR.”
TOVE JANSSON, MOOMINLAND MIDWINTER
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the night fills book shelves
of newselves
and ghosts ancient that go silent
after you dare to glare it down.
the night fills full boxes
of hoaxes
all honest, bold-faced hazy facades
and full frontal epiphanies
TO SPEAK OF SPARROWS
October 16, 2019
TO SPEAK OF SPARROWS
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To speak of sparrows
In shrapnel filled world war one
Fields, winds, scarlet dawn
They will sing to find
Their own kind, if they have lived,
They will call and call,
‘Tween blood and budding daybreak,
A song will find it’s way back
BETTER BET
October 12, 2019
Maybe I can meet you
After my shift, hell after all my shifts
I’ll come to you from the usual dark
The black from the outside
Will brighten some on your skin
We’ll be less dissatisfied
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If when we go off
With all of our ghosts, when we lift
We’ll come to ditch the usual dark
That black from outside
With more tempered dreams to venture
To be less dissatisfied
DOUBTLE AGENT
October 7, 2019
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Here’s… far from hardly a chink in his ardor.
His duplicitousness
Is more than obvious
To himself most of all.
A double agent deepbreathing quiet
So dominoes don’t fall.
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Here’s far from hardly a mark on his honor.
His cowardice.
He can cover less & less
From himself least of all.
Bravery he saves to muster Love enough
To face away nothing , & Praise all..
