Ghosts And Guesses
October 23, 2021
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Mostly,
providing that my night’s POV,
(incited & insensed,
advancing instances of
ghosts and guesses,)
doesn’t reach ridiculous,
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Mostly,
might you see me assembling a way…
tonight’s sweeping trick of keeping
trembling at bay.
Always, again.
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I’ll pretend to care about Everything
If you’ll see that I freely can
Call out to nothing in the way, an’
Call out to nothing in the wind.
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(from 2110)
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“No, no, no, no! Come, let’s away to prison.
We two alone will sing like birds i’ th’ cage.
When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down
And ask of thee forgiveness. So we’ll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales”
.from “King Lear”
W R E C K S
October 13, 2021
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My body suspects, I’m still self-respectful
When I go and swallow a handful of pills
All my doctors direct me to down them
Before bed where she waits there
For her old man to come there
For her old man to come.
I reckon I’ll say I am an Okay old wreck
And I recognize that there’s more than a hint
I’m a nice but not mint
old wreck.
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Somebody suspects she’s still healthy
She just says no to chemotherapy, no handful of pills, not just yet
But the doctor suggested she
Just go with good meds
Just a boost to bolster up heads. not yet
When grey clouds are displaced by blacks
Painful tears all fall / rain squalls. For us.
You still hope, after a sound sleep,
To still cope, you found a peace.
When you surface I recognize
You are a beautiful wreck
I reckon we’re beautiful wrecks
I see us as still… waiting,
still water
still running
beautiful wrecks
Splatchter Blood Cross
September 28, 2021
“To love means loving the unlovable. To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable. Faith means believing the unbelievable. Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.”
~ Gilbert K Chesterton
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no real explanation here but image; right after both a spatter to a splotch of gushing blood from a severe lip wound
We Were Secret Lives
September 17, 2021
In Five Lines
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Insteada stuck in the sun
It’s shadow to shadow
Until we’re given free rain
Making love in while we wear white
Wet, we’ll we wear white
“Lulling Charities”
September 10, 2021
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To drift, aft,
Back at the darkest coolness
To relinquish the real hard truths
For a faraway mist.
Maya, & me at the camera
Giving way, & me
Surely not at the ready
To fall to true
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As a response to Keats’ “Ode To Sleep” really, and Emerson’s short poem on (from Hindu’s oldest scriptures) the idea that is Maya.
Illusion works impenetrable,
Weaving webs innumerable,
Her gay pictures never fail,
Crowds each on other, veil on veil,
Charmer who will be believed
By Man who thirsts to be deceived
-Emerson
Proposal (For A Faraway Night)
September 8, 2021
“He was rehearsing that he smiled.
He did it because he no longer remembered when the last time he had outlined that cheerful gesture had been. It was clear that it was an expression that he often displayed, as a complement to his daily life: as a comparsa of his verbal gratitude when he received the loaf that the baker extended to him, or attached to the slight movement of the head that substituted for an explicit greeting when crossing paths with some neighbor. However, he was unable to recall a recent occasion when that visage emerged as a manifestation of happiness.” -Adrián E. Belmonte, from https://lascronicasdelotromundo.wordpress.com/2021/09/01/funambulista-imposible/
“I have committed the worst sin a man can commit. I was not happy”–Jorge Luis Borges
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Might mixed-media shamen-lite
& brainiacs in italics write
Strive To Have Thee Happy P.O.V”?
I only choke on O.K.
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OK It looks here we’re lost
It only looks just old whiskey must
Unfortunately hamper
Unfolding this old map.
Here, I’ll take the fifth.
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I propose that we might suppose this night, this labyrinthine night
Is the Casbah
Can The Most Important Belief Be True?
September 1, 2021
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What if a man honestly-new to dreaming a personal dream
Can’t make out how it plays out seemingly
Finally?
All those, all those noddingly-good literary takes
On what “love, precious love” really means…
Of course, I guess, they also make enough not good-enough sense.
Surely, or not, It’s more than emotion/ It’s quiet & precious
& aches when it it’s only seemingly too quiet.
OWAITING
August 27, 2021
OWaiting. heavy-leaden & reserved. He sits, he sat
Do you feel heaven-above is where you finally found love at?
Why there is a priest whistling down his path & through the trees
When there might be burreezes whistling through the trees?
W A G E (“Blossoms in decline, moribund/trenchant and dank”)
August 22, 2021
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W a g e
The damage of ill-spent
Moon’s, sun’s beacon, but done.
Carnage off-Broadway’s
Drama lies and lies still.
Wage. On the dimming stage.
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Tried to be as honest
All my Mercy allows
I’ll keep still feeling
Deeply hurt outwardly
Not aware, one cave bear
“I get scared when I remember too much” – rod stewart, from “Lady Day”
S c o t l a n d
July 21, 2021
C L I F T S O F B L U E P O I N T
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Half the hefty longing I left
At large
Is just that, wind-scattered.
So now I stay stark, & bereft, of color.
But half remains, on the cliffs
Deep in my being
Deeper in our dream
