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
TO SPEAK OF SPARROWS
October 16, 2019
TO SPEAK OF SPARROWS
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To speak of sparrows
In shrapnel filled world war one
Fields, winds, scarlet dawn
They will sing to find
Their own kind, if they have lived,
They will call and call,
‘Tween blood and budding daybreak,
A song will find it’s way back
REFUSING THE DAWN
September 28, 2019
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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 in the dark light. I’ve so far refused to.
I can Recognize, but hell,
I don’t Realize so well.
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(FROM AT LEAST A DECADE BACK)
I SHOULD DO…AH CHOO
September 18, 2019
P A R I S
August 24, 2019
I LONG to stay stabbing, & stay above
The sullen, crestfallen long run of things.
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ALONG our river, a song, not near, comes outa corridor
Firelight on a black and white picture. Above.
One man walks on red leaves
In a black & white picture of
The long run of things.
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A LONE man, leaves, and dawn
Draping him. Not much
Escape for him, in the long run of things.
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Le pont Louis-Philippe vu à travers le pont Marie (version flou), circa 1935
[From the Réunion des Musées Nationaux]
That’s How You Sing Amazing Grace
December 29, 2018
“Those bells’ve been ringing now for years/Someday I’ll give it all away/That’s how you sing Amazing Grace” -LOW, from “Amazing Grace”
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As specified in final arrangements
The kids could only draw near enough
To Temples, & to what resembles Temples,
To take big pictures, big sky country shots,
& pot shots,
For a faraway featuring of folly.
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Go down always face down the hall,
This dawn displays holy sun rays smoke
And on the just rightly out of tune upright bass
My at rest in peace bare-chested Daddy
Just barely jazzin up most all of a
New England Protestant hymnal
Ones his mother, Grace
Sang through softly over & over
Busy at her own handiwork as ever
“I see today that everyone on earth
wants the answer to the same question
but none has the language to ask it.”
– Jim Harrison
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I’ll swear I’ll answer
To some other
Gruesome monster
Than me,
& my gal,
Higher powers,
Et al
In fact I’ll face up
Soon as the sun’s up
ON WAITING FOR CHANGE
January 31, 2018
between my matins
& the very next dawn’s
last ditch whispers,
pleas
Elucidating light is just off.
“There’s nothing good because nothing lasts
And all that comes here, it comes here to pass.
I would voice my pain, but the change wouldn’t last.
All that comes, it comes here to pass.”
AVETT BROTHERS, from “Down With The Shine”
DAWN’S ON ME RHYME
January 21, 2016
I’d say of me I’m savvy.
I’d say that plea “C’est la vie”,
& Mash the rest w/gravy
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I could conclude at dark’s end.
I’d sharpen that plea, for
“..Aussi une nuit noire”,
& Watch the rest w/ “save me”
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ANNUAL RENEWAL/ANCIENT PORCH
January 15, 2016
Winter winds could
only find us cold
on our old
and ancient porch
perched high here in our new air
searching here through our new words
The latest launch on,
off this roof porch in
an old haunt,
this chilly sleepy village,
Off this nest
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(FROM A WAZE /& TODAZE/ ON HOLIDAZE/ G’ON GETAWAZE)
