CONTRADICTIONS KINDA

August 18, 2020

COMELY

 

 

I SETTLE SEAT BACK FOOT FORWARD GO
STREETLIGHT STROBING THE INSIDES BACK TO FRONT
ACTUALLY ALMOST TO MY “BESTOF” MY MASSIVE AMBIENT/
CONTRADICTIONS/ PAYCHECK FORWARDING JOINTS
SOUTHERN SALOONS PIZZARAMA SEVENELEVENS & THEN SOME
BEAT OF MY MAJOR COMELY AMBIENT MAKING SENSE SOME
STILL UP AGAINST THE CAR JACK CITY LIGHTS FIGHTING FRONT TO BACK

I’m  here

In  winter

It’s  ideal

For our deal

Yr Win plan

Is here and

New  England

It’s  ideal

In  here

We’re into each other

We’ll stretch  then reach  through the spaces

The fireplaced air  fails to enhance

Us with just enough heat to keep us at a distance

& we’re into each other

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II.

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It’s as if the night chill is layered w/lies

I’ll wrap on a parka, take a scarf,

& one weapon when I partake a walk to scour

& secure  the walls of our peripheries.

That’s all sad  that the threat of winter rats

Threatens where we’re at.

That’s all sad  I heard a horde of something verminous, previously

At the airport,  inside security, unadvisedly,

Because a loud & caustic crowd  belongs in the street,

It’s not wrong  they stay in the street.

They’re partly at an airport,

Seething.  See me see off a still-surviving  “lov ed  one”

(It was a cinch to ditch my long-time escort)

My version is   I left all & I came alone

& got  conversion, & intimate conversation.

 

 

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Hieronymus Bosch

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MUST-SEE PAPERWORK

October 25, 2019

 

“I turn to my computer, like a friend”  Kate Bush, from “Deeper Understanding”

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Could be true

They’re construed & constructed there

The stars are constant

(They aren’t?)/

As is my  Immediacy with…

(My muse & I, we meddle with…)

Must-See

Paperwork/

Mystical Mythi calcal culOhYouUs/

Free-Spill  Vessel-Fill/

My established ways/

To Ecstatic blushes/

Made Flesh   my committed  cumuniques

A Fond, Old Faraway Room

October 7, 2018

“Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lovers. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of. One you haven’t seen in a long time…”
“.. A fond, old, faraway room?”
“Exactly.”
-from “Kafka On The Shore”, Hanuki Murakami
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We mind that there mustn’t be dust
On those closed blinds.
Behind those blinds,
We find us.
We find ourselves salving
Our sore selves,
Saving us so
Fleetingly. So Pretend-Completely.
And after each chapter,
Which does us delirious,
It can be meant as some payment,
It can serve to defray cost
It can’t save us, when in a night and a day,
without fail, We will derail.
Alone, All memories lost

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“I choose the rooms that I live in with care,
the windows are small and the walls almost bare,
there’s only one bed and there’s only one prayer;
I listen all night for your step on the stair”
-Leonard Cohen,RIP,/ from “Tonight Will be Fine”
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(from a hundred years back)

a bad fall at the stables

August 28, 2018

this disastrous matter is
unexpected of course
a bad fall at the stables
the first thing you whispered to my ear on your chest
once the breathing apparatuses were out
was that  it wasn’t LB’s fault

I’ll have you home alone for some time.
for now I’ll go home alone
Another old thing
I might say  I might tope me some

it might this night help me cope some
another old thing
I’ll bust out hope  just a modicum

FIERCE PHALANXES

May 17, 2018

Her heartbreaking fuses

Popped one by one   useless

His hearing distant thunders

Scared him, scarred him

far ago

A  steady  rough  ruckus

The  steeds’  hooves  deep in dust

For  needs for tender mercies 

Form  now  in firm phalanxes

not far ago   at all

Maybe I’m madly wrong
My perspective’s askew.

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Driving here drowsy, & now all along
I’ve dreamt there is time to see it all through.
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Could be I’m way off.  Way off course.
My Heart’s compass’s needle must still be true.

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A cloudy road’s option is straight on, of course
Seemingly there would be one way  to drive through.
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Maybe I’m madly wrong
My POV’s askew
Driving here lousy, & now all along
I’ve dreamt there was time to see it all through

 

 

 

 

Best not be so sure nor positive
On the turning point,
Unless talk show representatives
Have affidavits to fill out
To protect them when they project
Yr. image and Yr. more imaginative story
From coast to coast, but don’t worry,
Viewers love viewing

When things turn around.
You can fudge the exact time
It all went down.

B L I N D I N G

February 27, 2018

“Ill  at  ease”

Will be one accurate way,

When  I can think then straight about it,

One apt way to shout it.

They  say  they

“Say it as it is”, (they’re pissed)

They say  ” just being honest, man”

“No B.S.  man” (slurring pissed)

They’re weak to only “speak their minds”.

And when I,

Gently as I can,

Retranslate to that guttural, but frank tongue,

I  see

They’re consequently

Hurt.

&  then there’s me  in this blinding  open lot

W/blood on my shirt.

gone

February 14, 2018

All Paul Simon sang  he

Via new phone science  got me

 

“..half of the time  you’re gone..

but you don’t know where

you don’t know where.”

i  wept  at  work.

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Yet i got Simic  in his lunch sack/

I got Irish for when i get home

For salve  & for saving him/

More, I have a mate giving me gladness

Across  the  states

I love indirectly  like a madness