Closed Parties

August 25, 2015

He goes to closed parties.

He knows no one.  No one knows.

There his thoughts wear way too many clothes.


His  anger  is  lock-boxed.

He’s a danger only to his own clocks.



His constant, sustaining strength

To strain out  stenches


May  his consequences  fall, then (when they may)

May his  changes  happen.


It’s meant to be  a pair of documents,

Y’see, But I signed both.


Caught, I could  share   the clench

He put on that  pair of documents.


Bright lights washed this whiteish room.

The solemness thing   a candle brings,

Though I searched,  all the shadows had no shade in this room.


We digressed some away from

the heart of the matter

When he stressed  my stories were

fog & mirror


I’m sure I concurred  that if

Scenes and factors shift

From tellings to retellings,

It seems the fact is  seems shifty.


“But plainly, a  planned  lie,

A tall Alibi, that had ironclad  unchanging,

Mimicry! is one word for word bed story,

Read to children.


Isn’t that one good bet

That wins & sets the liar free”


I think he let it sink in, and then set.


“And you expect me to reject

Classic casebook investigation technique

& instead of  doubting inconsistency,

Instead ..One consistent story

Is a tell tale “good bet”

for Guilty?  And yet,

changing ones tune again & again  is uniquely

Honest?   it’s best to revise to clarify..

As one more clearly

recalls  new  old  details?

Just as pieces of night dreams

Resurface  into..Really??!”


“Um, yes.”

I say  I’m assuaged

By way of words, of Terse persiflage,

Those prosesy  phrasings

Poets  sure  can conjure.. They sing

To me

I go  out of the darkness

Onto a road of darkness

Lit only by the far off

Moon on the edge of the mountain




kuraki yori

kurati michi ni zo

irinu beki

haruka ni terase

yama no hi no tsuki


.(my apologies for any errors in Japanese)


January 13, 2015

A peripheral-visionary

Somehow stepped in cow poop.

Then  a man-on-a-missionary

Also Failed to see all  his true path

Also Failed to seek wholey  his newest  breath

Tho’ he hovers over roses,

Forever forgetting  lettting  out  as tho’

Fire candles require no


I’m stoic & I’m stubborn. I still won’t budge.

Though, the flow & ebb  of the notions of

Motion & Matter of fact

Forces  a  nudge.

Clad for show  outside the bank

(He had to know)  to hide the dirt,

In beyond the pens and clerks,

The shit considered sacrosanct.


September 25, 2014

What were they thinking

I’m not to leave town

I’m a faceted test pattern  blinking

Personas of interest  renown

Only to the  powers that be


Ok  I get cagey  occasionally

Ok  yet I remain w/the reminder

Of stoic  stands  that been

Lost, inconsequential,

Cost  monumental  to just a man

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imagery “Hell’s Ditch” by me


I contend,


When  honestly watched,

Starts  in  intention.

When looked at, no nonsense,

Before it cums sneezing  out,

When all one world,  as it appears,

Is  appraised,

It’s  appeased

By  half hard facts

&  a ton of impressions

To   meagerly manipulate

A clay  reclaimed


September 28, 2012




.I hate that

It came out  not right

Translating  with all my might

I misspoke.. you mistook…

I’d cracked a crooked smile, not smirk

I’d factored in the farcical

Nature  of  nature.





It’s that  it’s sad that

Few hymns  from pews  will praise

Coincidented   chaos.

Sad, we’re not force-fed all the fanciful

Nature  of  nature.