Another “New” Scan/ Another Post
June 30, 2022
Examined for Finds in a man’s heart./
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it starts up, ^ I stare up
at lit charts unclear to clear up/
for me mystery this ghostly machine
Immense science I’m mostly wrapped in
Examined for Finds in
a man’s heart./
not fresh poetry
scientific,/ not beautyfic
principle,/ not miracle
guts by white gloves/ not guts for love
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A Post
I insist only on this inconspicuous voluptuous decay.
It easily persists, remarks itself, in just the way
I can oh so stoically keep it candid.
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Sure, I can/did secrete the rancid, as I stare
Right into all the cameras as they can scan
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No, I’m staid as a post,
Not readily unafraid of all the costs.
Satchel For Eden
February 9, 2022
A Hearty readier
& more to go love her thoroughly
I’ll need my hands
& Head steady
& more to go love her thoroughly
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I’ll need my plans
A Hearty readier
& more to go love her thoroughly
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I’ll want my resolve
All-present & purring
& more to go love her thoroughly
I’ll want to involve
All meant to insure our true curing
All to cement our surely spent curing
T r i b u t e
November 26, 2021
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It’s likely/ It could be
That when Leonard Bernstein,
At his piano bench…
It was very late when he,
In a creative trance,
Had opened an envelope
From a Mr. Stephen Sondheim,
And started to work on
A musical phrasing for
“There’s a place for us”,
He eyedropped a gold teardrop
Into a test tube, & heaven reacted,
& now can make me ache
20,000 late nights after
S c o t l a n d
July 21, 2021
C L I F T S O F B L U E P O I N T
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Half the hefty longing I left
At large
Is just that, wind-scattered.
So now I stay stark, & bereft, of color.
But half remains, on the cliffs
Deep in my being
Deeper in our dream
V A P O U R
June 26, 2021
Some people react physically to the magic of poetry, to the moments, that is, of authentic revelation, of the communication, the sharing, at its highest level…A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape and significance of the universe, helps to extend everyone’s knowledge of himself and the world around him. ― Dylan Thomas (1914 – 1953)
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What’s a word when,
By Beauty arises,
As if by duty; a vapour,
Massive, a new/age/old ghost image
That mostly moves you.
I mean, Keenly moves you.
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oh, Yo Yo’s cello, Jaco’s bass,
the subtle secret coves Jarrett streams you into
are right in your face,
a fragile, secret love that Chet
dares to torch on,
torned down until morn
there right on his horn,
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What’s a word when
A vapour, ghost image…
oh my heart, oh my head
“Pre possess ed”
PLEASE
SEE
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/06/sunday-muse-163.html
L A U G H T E R
May 6, 2021
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You know that it’s been too long since I’ve encountered you
I know that verb is way too formal
But way too many nights yr far
Way too many hours. I suspect what my heart is beating is true.
Times, I feel out of place. Here, is way out of place,
There’s the laughter in yr voice, yr phone voice.
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Still staying honest, It’s the only trace
(Until I see yr face) of the lifeblood
Of a happiness.
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If it is a blinding mist, in a life unexamined
I can make out a happiness.
PAINT’S DRY
April 30, 2021
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Paint’s dry, the flag goes back-up today
Soon as the sun’s up, then
Patinas put inner shit to shame/
“Watch me now” comes from fully cold flesh.
Not a heart’s love it’s in lieu of/
It’s funny, the value of things/
Even a jewel is diminished/
Out of a cereal box.
D E T A I L S
January 3, 2021
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I was working hard to take in
as many details of her look,
all I could crowd
in this momentous time allowed.
I held my breath that she’d stay,
eyes closed so that I might draw away
her symmetrical lines,
her swoop eyes eclipses,
same swoop soft lips,
god got spaghetti strap just off her,
at that same arc, in a mirror.
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I took it all in, sized it
up, acknowledged it, realized it up,
appraised, and praised still breathless
details for the graphic I might draw then.
I went over the lines
again & again & again
an’ when she opened up her big blues
an’ smiled awhile with them too. unabashed.
Notwithstanding her look & lines
She moved me to my impasse
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M Y C H E S T
August 1, 2020
Let me and my heart
On a phone, faraway here
You cry in a way
Soft enough I won’t hear you
My chest is for your own face
spilling some 
