More /Mordant Redux
July 20, 2022
I cant, but I’m wanting to be more mordant
I must bring my grades up, get rated-up “smart-alecky”
I could slip pseudo-snarky from the back of the class
It’d muster some sweet laughter, then go warm just like true love
Though they’d see that I had come to this,
All red-faced and lost
god, if only I got some of this
Resting red-faced and lost.
Brought back at no cost.
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graphic
May 3, 2022
spoiled
“There’s no way to write it, there’s no way to write it, there’s no way to write it down”
— David Gray, from ‘Hold On To Nothing’
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I was working hard to take in
as many details of her look,
all I could crowd
into this momentous time allowed.
I held my breath that she’d stay,
eyes closed so that I might draw away
her symmetrical lines,
her swoop eyes eclipses,
same swoop red lips,
god got a spaghetti strap just draping off her,
at that same arc, in a mirror.
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I took it all in, sized it
up, acknowledged it, realized it up,
appraised, and praised it, still breathless
details for the graphic I might draw then.
I went over the lines
again & again & again
an’ when she opened up her big blues
an’ smiled awhile with them too
She spoiled
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Me again
Additional Samples
April 29, 2022
Tender
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Hell Yeah
Zelda/ had to add to
“Under the influence”
When sensible went all to hell
& her man meant to write it right
“Tender Is The Night”.
*
It’s no joke
That when Yoko
Rocked his world
(All the while he
Rocked his world)
The melodies weren’t maladies
There was healing
Shared with feeling
From a hard man
Bent by tender.
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for M
A Night In The Life
February 14, 2022
I wonder when I wander onto
Here any way/
Station platform stand to train onto
Station platform stand/
I wonder of when I heartily love
Away/ After
These twistedsheet reveries of
Just her laughter./
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At home
Ought I love two caught cats who coax it?/
Am I above the jokes let loose to see;
Just bourne best bet internet pornoetry?/
At home
I have to love cavemancave wall art,
Especially the spectres there.
shot by me
Broken Cup
February 11, 2022
“& in this broken cup
I hold my spirits up. - -“
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“Very little grows on jagged rock/Be grounded/Be crumbled/So wildflowers will come up” -Rumi
*
It’s more than a coincidence
That “fortuitous” rhymes with “For you, a kiss”.
If I had to,
& the sense to know how,
I’d set the darkest dreams aside.
If I lied some, & thought of those things
As tied up,
I’d fake it some, I’d Hope some
For a wide enough merciful break,
& loosening rope,
& in this broken cup
I hold my spirits up. - -
Wait
February 5, 2022
Ever still again, Time stalled & would stay.
*
I couldn’t keep my shirt on
I actually had a hand at the door
I wouldn’t wait for the EKG guy
*
The express lines were full up at the IGA.
So was the cart in front of me, the one in my way.
My body required liquids I needed to buy.
& me, I wouldn’t wait for the EKG guy
*
My car needed work (I see I did too, OK?)
Ever still again, Time stalled & would stay.
Never, “Our time is up for today”
I’d bet Time’s a fleeting debt, not a gift.
I about bolted but my Ford’s on the lift.
*
You’d think a man with wait issues
Would shy away some
From a long-distance love, he could only see some.
How he’d wait & wait for her laugh on the phone
How he’d wait & wait for her letters to come
How he’d wait & wait for liaisons alone
How he’d wait & wait for a time all their own.
A Genie Lost
February 5, 2022
“He’s so simple minded, he can’t drive his module
He bites on the neon and sleeps in the capsule
Loves to be loved
Loves to be loved”- david bowie
*
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soothing myself some sucking fast on my fist,
It’s a trinket lit-up compass.
You just sing some.
It’s all mostly too dark out ahead
and on when the old ace is long dead gone
But I can make the music shift chartreuse
lights to soft red
deep bluish blue ones on to a greater green one like me, my favorite
I’d got it clear now if it could just stop I’d be free
to gift out a wish then I’d be free
with my own wishes
“I CLAIM”
March 10, 2020
,
I may make a little make-believe
But I bet when I typeset my type;
Chisel gray poems for the foreign to read,
I’ll stand by all stories I tell the wife.
On the stand, I’ll perjure myself to myself.
But then there’s a fierce fire, uncontrolled,
when I hear, “he’s a liar, so I’m told.”
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What I say, when I must is
Only partially, & hardly to blame.
The code me & my god go by
Only improbably applies.
Only I can keep my heart’s claim.
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(for sunni, honestly)
H E A R T S A P A R T
February 10, 2020
You’re the only one I call Honey, I’ve ever called.
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Now, it’s too quiet.
I fear our embers quiet
From the fiery glow
To firefly intermittent.
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Again, I can imagine and wish
When we can restart
Our hearts that
They will be re-nourished.
A barge I bet can float through our wait.
Hundreds of roads apart, while hearts,
Skin-wall near, forever here, & there with you wait.
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spilling some 