ONE WIND AWAY

April 15, 2020

They have severe concern/ They have fear

They even give voice to it/ Close to chaos here

Some of us imagine us just assuming first symptoms

Some of us don’t imagine at all/ but when it comes

I wouldn’t pray/ that it couldn’t slay me

We all guard our house of cards/ Queens and aces

But we’re one wind away./ All our upturned faces.

I shouldn’t pray/ that is shouldn’t lay me/ down

I’m old as a weed/ & haven’t lived like I loved it/

Profound.

 

For Being Somewhere Else

April 10, 2020

 

 

Blackened breezes rustle
Sacred/ olive trees, skies muscled thick.
I took a sight that set me more lost
More sour than seasick.
I see him, knees bloodied,
Face drawn/ down
to earth.
I was being/ once/
Just a man also.
I spied/ by my back down
To my murk/
I cried/ by my own shadow,
But did not cry out,
To interrupt all that too intimate.

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When I was a young/ more willful man,
I fasted/ from dawn Friday
Until the last of Easter/ Today
I’m past that/ I would if I could take the families
To the best Italian place,
For sacrificial lamb & blood red wine
& all before that, maybe Grace

 

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photo- Alex Whitehouse-Hayward

 

 

It might have been one long neon light

In the laundromat that set her off

When it flickered & popped

At us/ Everyone up late

Our eyes were hypnotized some

All bets were off

On what might happen

She was the first to go

To distract us from our books & hand-machines,

Pull us from our puzzles, also  our magazines

Her  saying all that nonsense  AA

Interrupted that late night scene

Her calling names out

All intense, her pleas   fowled by fire

We stared some  & stuck out someone’d stop her

Her call to fallen reveries

Her own  effin reveries

 

 

 

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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.”

 

 

CRUMBLED SOME

December 7, 2019

It’s more than a coincidence
That “pillow” rhymes/w “shadow”.
If I had to,
& the sense to know how,
I’d set the darkest dreams aside.
If I lied some, & thought 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.

“Very little grows on jagged rock/Be grounded/Be crumbled/So wildflowers will come up” -Rumi

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fear of fails will chafe yr idle safe

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fear of fails will clasp yr shutters closed

but when all else  goes

Go chance yr best yesses

Before the time lapses

Before time is too still

Before it’s too still

SHE’S SHADOW SHY

February 28, 2017

 

She goes shy of the very shadows;

completely infused  in first section hard-copy news,

She peruses  column  leads,

Refusing all  too-sad reads.

Usually  my  views.

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So sure you got some guy here who’s seriously shy

To fill skies with a gloom-jam  just eye-jabbed in.

It  can  kill a  guy.

But the goo you stand up against and

The two tons of blue mood  you face

Too often.   Too fierce  to soften & go.

This man here could not just stand there,

I know.

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Though

She can’t relate

To the cinema  I saw so late

She says they blur  more black  than white.

She says they end not..just not right.

ARISING SOME RHYME

June 28, 2016

I’ve had a bad rhyme

A  sour note

I was not remotely awake

When I had the prime of my years.

The  ones  now  are  worn.

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I’ve made a dull matinee idol

A dreary ticket draw

I’ve been not nearly awake

I’d shied away my fears

The near ones now are warm

“MOCK CRASH UNFOLDS”

April 12, 2016

“Mock  Crash  Unfolds”

Made an edit

For a column lead-in

And something to scan

While we gentlemen wait

For counsel

At the bank

Older gentlemen of a certain age

Encouragedly unemployed now

The headlines heralded some rescue drill

Trained Emergency people

Acted out on some sunnier afternoon

i)

When every windy day

We’re over there to the cemetery

When wind chimes sing  from a tree

This  is  Melissa

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ii)

When friends fade

(Yet, the few you let love you).

When one’s forced to infer

Another gone/next connection

Immense  with interference

Then,  It’s  fierce

When friends fade

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iii)

You sure yr future dreams come mourning don’t manifest doubtful?

What you want can’t cum out full

As sure as your shy shouts ain’t heard

You’re frightened you mighten  give up on promise.

But never your word.