The next step/ waiting  maybe wrong

in dark matter

An other thing/ A rung on a dark ladder

A nothing/

As it happens/ Not to happen

The next step/ leg stiff/ Fixing to flex

To a leg lift/

I’m fixing to find/ A gift of intentions

To move me to move/

Given/ Attention enough

To move on/ Away from the station






.                                             from  November 8, 2009


July 28, 2015

One apple, one all too ready for it’s own  fall,

Rolled  towards  him.


Looking up from his hands, all

His distresses, in this Rousseau Tableau of his;

Big leaves, big cats, his own lions;

Lively  definitive  lines,

Staged amidst his hazy distress.

Staged front and neat, his sweet fruit…

His  way for his fall






.                                         (2009 & now)

Today, like an odd day way back when,

When it got way out of hand

When Kings and Queens would pretend

And everyone around them would play along.

Today, It  could  deliberately happen.

A scenario would act out  just so.

I’d start it,  & let it go.

I’d make it go, and all characters

circling like satellites

would play along too.

Then, It got way into hand.





.                                                    (2009)


I must discuss

A dark circus is in town

A boy in a spin, and trees swing around

He drops, and the swing stops

New dewfrost falls, he’s lost

In all the bare trees


A heavy disguise

Could be of use here

So cover your eyes, please

Your lover’s indecent

And trying on lies

His heart’s denying hard here

It’s a fact;  Abstract lies


Squeezebox  hymns  seem

To squish by inbetween

Aligned  treebark

Lighted & Loudened by a fullmooncloud

Lions let free/  Dark

Circus tonight and if I might

Mix in that crowd

A heavy disguise could

Be of some use


May 21, 2015

I’m immersed in the miracle
of my sense
Poised on the pinnacle
of a fence

Razor-sharp and fast
I gotta outlast
a lotta likelihood.
& rays of cutting ice;
a slanting precipice
was wanting the place
I stood.




written when I was a kid


April 14, 2015

They’ll all swear  We’ll prefer


Our own company.   We  accomplice.


They don’t speak for us.


March 26, 2015

 I have staved off   lost passions

 I’ve held on cold cliff holds

I stayed and endured elements,

Harsh and all part of a hard whole

Where   lost passions

Sounding far, in the fog,

Meaning more in a quiet man

Than a kind word,

Can  work

To urge  his stoic stand


                                                                         (from 2009)
“This time tomorrow I’ll know what to do”
              -David Bowie, from “Stay”

I take my ten tablets.

Wash  ’em w/ Irish.

It’s my time

for medicine,

& no time for nonsense.

I’m ready I’ll try to pull hard

for a merciful god.

Finally I’ll try my hand

To move a pen

To move my words

To move me.




.                                             (from 2009, slainte)


February 21, 2015

I’m  immune.

Or, I’d use precautions

For yr considerations, then.

“It’s worth the risks”, went

This washed-up  high-wire act,

Misfortune  forced  reticence,

Abandoned in his barren field, in fact.

I’m immune, y’know.

Let me get go through my window.




I can Recognize, but hell,
I can’t Realize so well.
I’d drink more coffee but my cardiologist insists I don’t
I’d drink more coffee but my heart man
prescribes “not so smart, man”.
I’d think more whiskey would push me
to bask at last in a primal light,
but my general practitioner generally frowns
about practicing until I get it right.
I’d read more
but eyes see less.. I digress,
I’d come 2/pray more/give in/give more/dream-sleep in/weep for once/
walk the lit dark like I used to/
take the darklight I’ve refused to.
I can Recognize, but hell,
I don’t Realize so well.




.(from way back)