16F

May 14, 2018

A windowseat is great

In an all night diner

It was unfair the Airport

Shorted  me  enough

Stuffed me, a long-legged  man

With a long-winded rant

I stifled in my windowseat.

.

My legs were cropped up crinkled

Like the babies sitting next me

Their cries exited and were emitted freely

Some cries  deep inside  deep inside me.

.

I bet one windowseat would be great

In a darkened diner

My inner world would wander

That  eighteen  wheeler

Lots of legroom  not so tight

Roads to walk  upright

 

PORTENDING A PORTAL

March 5, 2018

Where the carousel  comes to where…

.

When the maelstrom makes certain turns to…

.

“THIS IS WHERE I CAME IN!”

I’ll quip, & I could wink,  then break up the fourth wall

I’ll step off,  & start off,  I’ve forced   a freefall,

For any form of  free   I will welcome.

If I find my feet  I can become

A pilgrim  on path,

A pilgrim back  filling his path.

 

 

 

 

CAROUSEL

1st artist unknown,

treated by

Fleur Talbot

 

 

 

C L U B R O O M

February 15, 2017

 

 

Wanda wanted a room

To tend to her wounds,

A room right

Door open to noirnight

Open enough not to catch her kite.

Her wounds would not be

Upon her face  facile to see.

Bruising blows  drubbing freedom

Inside, inside some

Clubroom.

..

 

 

 

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{to the rest of us that must  rest, too)

PORTENDING A PORTAL

August 16, 2016

 

 

When the carousel  comes to where…

When the maelstrom makes certain turns to…

“This is where I came in!”

I’ll quip, and wink, and break up the fourth wall

I’ll step off,  & start off,  forcing a freefall,

& any form of  free  I will welcome.

If I find my feet  I can become

A pilgrim  on path,

A pilgrim back  filling his path.

 

1 CLIP

March 6, 2016

 

 

I’ve dreamt  and forget..

I only kept

One excerpt, one clip

I took back

Here to look back to

.

You could see down

To two  in the water,

Not drowned.

You could see that down there

That they were freely moving.

.

See

We ride out on

That river of grasses,

That  for a while now

Made for miles

Between us.

.

We’d ride out on

The one door, the one

We always want open

We’d ride one door

Still open

Wide to a wide world.

.

 

E A S T

December 16, 2015

Maybe there’d be no way/ I could pay the cost/

Of  her  loss.

Far from that regular regret/

I’d be sure to be insular

Damned with that debt

Of  her  loss.

.

Waking away from that fast break, not

Scraping out that last brick (at last), not (at least)

Escaping, sky free,  to flee East.

.

I bet I’d get her a pagoda.

 

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(image: “Porcelain Pagoda”, Bertha Lum, 1936)

That Novel/Habit Threat

August 24, 2015

There’s this effing coughing guy.

Coughing his damn fool sick muccoused  head.

He’s right behind me.

I’d bet half the health insurance check I’ll need

He’ll reject  deflecting all that sick  and

No manners to lift up that handy hefty hand.

He keeps coughing, this jerk,

&  me with three hours  of work

&  then I’m free,  or start to be.

When I reach my  muy  private beach…

Known for its   internal tune up  sun

Its eternal straightline horizon

.

Three hours and It’s a Go

Leave this stress that  god I know

This thing with cough  just threatens  “No”

.

I know well to bet on this novel/Habit threat.

UNBINDING

May 9, 2012

I could, unbinding, ease up by inches

I just could cease finding my itches

Intolerable and irremediable

It could be that by trying

To untangle/untie  lines

Not only knotted like burls on an oak

But nestled like nettles across my chestache

I could, unbinding, unbuckle one shackle some

Unbridled a bit

I could  go

portal

January 8, 2011

When the carousel  comes to where…

When the maelstrom makes certain turns to…

“This is where I came in!”

I’ll quip, and wink, and break up the fourth wall

I’ll step off,  & start off,  forcing a freefall,

& any form of  free  I will welcome.

If I find my feet  I can become

A pilgrim  on path,

A pilgrim back  filling his path.