16F
May 14, 2018
A windowseat is great
In an all night diner
It was unfair the Airport
Shorted me enough
Stuffed me, a long-legged man
With a long-winded rant
I stifled in my windowseat.
.
My legs were cropped up crinkled
Like the babies sitting next me
Their cries exited and were emitted freely
Some cries deep inside deep inside me.
.
I bet one windowseat would be great
In a darkened diner
My inner world would wander
That eighteen wheeler
Lots of legroom not so tight
Roads to walk upright
CommOnnuique’
October 4, 2015
While you come out and say
You might await some communique’
I might just wait some
To formulate some take on
Raw data streaming onto the tarmac
(Surreally As filmstrip spills off a reel)
This all filling files somewhere
There must be plenty
Taking place.
.
Night, when there might have been plenty
Taking place
I escaped unscathed, tho’ scattered
It remains to be seen & heard
If I would make it matter
It can be there may be plenty
Taking place.
.
.
.
(from 2012)
presentation appreciation
August 21, 2014
Swallow
& Tho’ I’m so tightlipped sometime
I’ve often a soft spoken voice
I’ll go take this choice this time
Pretend what’s set went off
What followed
Got flat out
Presented
I could concur then
Consent
My “Amen”
Impalpable
August 11, 2014
Neruda’s ” impalpable ash”
Chants away/
In the fray of my own tiny ruins.
.
“If I touch/ near the fire/
Impalpable ash..”
Chimes away/
And supports the clearing away all
Insubstantial,
Makes way to take less blinding steps away
From cave to climax
I’ve come to have left out
Crucial rescue tools
From my matutinal
Lost-combination locked bag of tricks.
In touch information
Out
How Then The Heavens Poured
July 26, 2014
Should I get older
I recognize me, more blind,
Crinking my neck back, there, as
I look up at the cliff terrace
And A windowed hideaway behind,
Not so unapproachably high,
Fixed over our Pacific, finally,
That we thought might couldn’t be.
Hard rain, hell, wept down a wet
that mixes well w/regret, on my shirt
.
2
.
One can look past all our four shoulders
From inside the glass wall
On the backside of our Adirondacks
And maybe just make out
What we’re watching and talking about.
A man closely following his own footsteps
The long stretch of the shore,
But looked up at the both of us,
Here Hand in hand, and how then the heavens poured.
To The Moon, The Far End Of My Driveway
July 11, 2014
Even I’m
Silent Partner in this stronghold.
Before I go on,
I’ll go on & make sure
The blinds are drawn.
.
.
When I’m
Aware/Awake It’s gone cold,
For me to know it,
I’ll go on & need you some
I’ll go on & remind me some
I’ll go and turn my life down some
I’ll sit myself down until
I’ll see myself still enough
To behold
You, me, both,
Silent partners in this stronghold.