There’s a dark shadow now
March 24, 2023
There’s a dark shadow now
How could it be light?
That’d be too quirky for my sensibilities
Too odd, too queer for my damn sensibilities
Sorry but
It could have been light enough
For me now
I’d been open for a lightening up
all facades are falling fast
Were just dropped right in front of me
Like a brown tablecloth, I mean it
What do my own family of archetypes
Symbolize this final road?
‘Till they dark out, something beautiful
M
March 24, 2023
There’s a horn somewhere on this flight
In my head, no my headphones
Yr latest trick, they’re all on the high wire
And it never really shows, nobody knows
I’m the one that might benefit
It’s dark outside, for the both of us
And I should have took you at your word
You nodded at my awkward overture
I thought then 2nd thoughts
But I followed you in the dark
& caught up to you at the door where you boarded
And your manager I guess
Threw a fit, and closed me off
Knowing what we were up to.
I knew you were deaf when you
Showed me how you acquiesced
I guess it might have been one way
To avoid the peculiarities of the law
If you can’t and don’t ask me
And don’t tell me how much
I was so lonely but I ran from
All that excitement
And back into the dark
And not my dark memory until now
Coalesce
March 11, 2023
The tumbling can coalesque to an enlightening
The tumbling can coalesce to an enlightening
But, only when the spin is less sickening
I’ll pray for some stop
I can pray two and for a leveling
I’ll pray to stop, to an enlightening
I’ll whirling dervish
This turbulence. When I settle
The sick spin to a level
I’ll stay on to an enlightening
Should God bless a coalescence
Inside some tumble
March 11, 2023
I stay,despite all wisdom,inside some tumble
I’m at a loss, to motion all my maneuvers, and of words
And I’m on borrowed land
Where I house my headquarters
Tho’ I can break camp at short notice
Tonight I have no Wilde wit
But I have learned from drive-in movies
When they finally lost your scent
It’s time to make around
& it’s this distance
That I bet can send me free
Sturm und drang me
March 11, 2023
They oughta take rope and hang me
Not less distracting these twisted storms
But more Thor-thunder, & fresh wind so wild
Yr better off inside
Yr probably better off whirling in place
At our bay window
Looking out on the lawn
The storms have us taking a step back
Away from the hubbub
To momentarily say less, think less
& plan very short term
We’ll ignore the music in the room
& step back, both hard to do
But another cry for help
February 2, 2023
I might fast valve some relief
“everybody says I’m a master of technique but the style and the sentiment is weak”. -Todd Rundgren, from “There goes my inspiration”
It’s by way of a cliche’
But if I shook my tight right fist right at the heavens, and shouted
“Damn yr eyes, all yous guys”
I might laugh,. a salvage laugh
I might fast valve some relief
I might release enough of the roughage
That I might see to myself to see straight
I’m a dismal miasma of misery
I’m simple as a toadstool yet
Flustered as a stock market’s complicated crash
Busted down to private, paring knife & bucket
I’m never getting out of here
God, rid me of this rash
As I’ll have it
January 30, 2023
A guiding impetus
“Any idiot can face a crisis; it’s this day-to- day living that wears you out” Anton Chekhov
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Along with a tender concern to her way,
It must only be seeing just one foot ahead of the other
Along with prayers, I guess, to her way
I’ll work to focus as I’ll have it,
& in another, I’ll bite back,
I’ll choose to choke off the upcoming doubts
Swallow back (He certainly meant) an indolent wave of the hand
Besides, who else feels to notice the ache of that kind of silence, and
While he moves He has a sense
Of burning covered bridges, then
One foot ahead of the other
Mercy
January 26, 2023
An easy air/made up just for me
Mercy
Made up just for me
An easy air
Made up just by me
The easy chair
Not a painted pony
I might dare
To jump in
A carousel that can only
Join my spin
As I join exalted faces
On a ride to lift me off
From Dread and all its traces
Mercy
Made up just for me
An easy air
Meet up just by me
Just early, or late enough
January 23, 2023
For the days light to go magic
Just early, or late enough
For the days light to go magic
Hypnogogic can mean that imagery
1) just as one awakens
2) also when just as one’s consciousness slips
And eyelids darken it all
Dreams may come too quick and early
As one drifts off, their day
Or they may linger on like the ringing
Of the bells in their belfries, their peal,
As one drifts on to their day
Hypnogogic can mean that imagery
Hallucinations, All you follow
Scrying in surrender
The wind gusting did it as well
January 19, 2023
Holding the state
From “The old Orphan”, Charles Simic (r.i.p)
“The sparrows in the gutter knew you
And hopped out of your way
The trash being blown about
By the wind gusting did as well.
A few scenes from your life
Were about to be performed
By a puppet theater in the park
When it started to rain hard,
Making the great trees panic
Along with mothers and children,
Who ran shrieking for cover
Wherever they could find it…”
-Simic
I stood
Sliding, surrounded, still, but wind
It’s nearly 2 directions
Birds are everywhere
It’s anything but quiet here
It’s a nonsense, I guess
A chore to conceive
And hold this stage actually
It’s an odd thing worth realizing
It’s a POV. Concentrate.
One beer than another until they’re gone
Thom Yorke tries out accelerated heartbeats heartbeats
Chiming new chapters off,
Worth perusing pursuing, off,
Until I might sleep
1 foot then another
I could make my way
And hold this state, actually
The birds are getting on my nerves
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