F O R G E S

July 9, 2020

flame

 

There ought better be a beacon

On a pacific coast cliff could be

Where hope’s light works with sea horn

Where here a night light works without warning

It forces & forges the blackest fog & forests

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There can be a candle

in a window with enough heat

to fire the hearth

to light one lone solitary stone room

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”Writing is nothing more than a guided dream” -Jorge Luis Borges

 

I strive to be steady on

And plow pass any plague

We, encased in our shelters

We will learn to pray

 

 

 

Our eyes are open to recognize   passion:

It’s flatbacked against a dark wall

In the basement, burrowing deeper into sad shadow.

I’d bet it’s hiding some, a child’s cruel game.

When people see they’re empty

They write in to newspapers & ask real advice,

Exposing & espousing about

“Spicing up”  their  love lives.

Girls & boys buying new nightclothes,

Sex-scents, and other eaus,

Bought to butter up their battered beaus,

Enhancing  romance drugs

From teevee & junk mail,

And toys that are tools

For fixing what’s failed.

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There’s always 

something new,

Someone new/ anything new.

Venture steps forward

Away from the old.

Nature’s warmblooded creatures

Home in on  settleings  less cold.

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Here, I say  I have

DELIRIUM TREMENDOUS

I’ve Delirium Tremendous

Side effects may include;

Absently staring into space (not time) / Walking into walls / Delusions (the good kind)/

-A cute optimism / A serious loss of scepticism, doubt, & down/

Control issues / Fact, being better than it seems/

A packed pocketful of dreams / Spells of snow angels/

Pretty picturewindows in a bomb shelter/

There’s a bird on a word /There’s a drunk in a midnight chord/

We all scream.. for vanishing cream/

Alas, Atlas, tonight at least…Don’t operate heavy machinery/

Blue Skies

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s t r a i n

April 22, 2020

SPEAK3.

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The creak on my computer chair

Alarm those I talk at on the phone

“What the hell was that?” They go

“Jesus. Just one of your cats?”

The creak cries out

When I never would

So then I keep it up

S H I N E

April 21, 2020

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Odd that the hat on a scarecrow

Has enough shine to ensure a lure enough

to bug and bird alike,

To draw, and not repel them,

Their wings aim down to light.

ABOUT HOPING

March 29, 2020

 

I’ve seen a winter and some spring

Since I’ve seen a winning hand.

But I’m at a loss to say

About Hoping.

It’s far-fetched to say

I’ve not far to fall,

But it’s best & for the best,

For once,  when tears would fall.

I’m meant not to miss all this.

It could be

It could  go.

 

“Safety.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(A NEW HERO, I SUSPECT)

Night Before Hearts

February 13, 2020

 

 

 

baritone sax=Pepper Adams         piano=Bill Evans

DOLLAR STORE GLASSES

January 2, 2020

“And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)”  from “Heroes,”  Bowie

“I never touch you”  from  “Breaking Glass,”  Bowie

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I wear dollar-store glasses
they help me work on perspective.
I live for nothing I can think of.  fact.
It’s suggested I might just strive for focus.
In my day bed i might live
with one window & uncertainly my curtain cracked

I can wear one seventy five
On dollar-store glasses
I passed par for an old guy.
I’m far from passed, muy alive.
Tho’ she could present a good argument
Contesting that mad “muy” adjective.
I abstain again & again
And I’d hate to publicly substantiate

J U S T M I S S

November 22, 2019

 

When I don’t hear from her

When we don’t talk

Instead of what might

just happen in late night

screwball comedies,

A black & white

Cakewalk

Where he keeps

Just  missing her,

& unknown to her, her one & only is  so near,

& you watch & wait for them to wise up,

For when their timing improves.

When I don’t hear from her

When we don’t talk

Instead of just sitting tight,

& trusting the plot twists,

& trusting our protagonists,

& holding still for all that insignificant subterfuge

Until it all plays out that

They can finally take cuts in the

Everything’s-Fine waiting line/

Instead of that

He keeps just missing her.

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SCREWBALL

from “BRINGING UP BABY”

I SHOULD DO…AH CHOO

September 18, 2019

Photo by Victor Talashuk (unsplash)

I SHOULD DO… AH CHOO

 

On every dawn
I’ll strive to stake out time
To pick up a pen

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I’ll squint out the light
Go over my piano
At first, and again

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I’ll pull down the shade
Thus I can practice my art
At first, and again