BREATHING EXERCISES

August 11, 2018

She won’t roll away & not watch me.

Y’see, I won’t seem to take…

When I dream (or wake),

To take another breath before

The scene fades, before

Lights go up,

Then down to more of a zoom.

She waits in our bedroom for me to resume.

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II.

We went to go to a yoga class.

Where a barefooted, hair-pleated group leader;

Beautiful, and calmer than a

Merciful last coma,

She insisted that our deep breath is

The gist of all of it (within, & out).

We rearrange the short & tall of it.

The Gist to change the depth, see,

Of our sea of possibility.

When we inhale

We re-memorize our own gods.

We exhale our hell. barefoot. on a mat.

Whew. To that.

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III.

When I get to go to the Gulf of Mexico

I’ll try out the drink, 1st thing.

I’ll try not to think when I try to let go

& sink when I deadman’s float all day,

Into what I think of as a spiritual drift, in a way.

I’ll hold onto my own breath,

Face down,

Head down.

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dutifully  sometimes you should shrug

& do yr lines

dutifully  from the p.o.v. of the third guy 

in a lousy joke,

of the third guy,

on cue,  do your line

waiting there  at the gates of heaven.

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the punch-drunk punchline chump.

in one ya heard at a barber shop or church,

though i frequent neither.

i heard they put out quite the ambiance there

with the reading materials, murals, & make-believe talk there

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.“Nearly everything we are taught is false except how to read”
Jim Harrison

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Day 11, 28 Days of Unreason

 

 

PAST THE BARRICADE

November 29, 2015

I bet, when it’s time to settle up

&  I’m front & back  up against the barricade,

I bet, I dare  to gawk and glare

Past the barricade.

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I’ll scarcely be scared

Or  ever

The least bit biblically

Humbled by heaven.

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I would

I could not  certainly  see

The  foals  and fawns there,

Pups,  piglets,

&  All our infants.

Eaglets  soar  there

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Uncharacteristically,

I would not mind waiting.

still

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.          (2012)

SATCHEL FOR EDEN

September 28, 2015

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

C R U M B L E D

August 29, 2015

When my time’s up,

I bet, When it’s time to settle up,

&  I’m front & back  up against the barricade,

I bet, I dare  to gawk and glare

Past the barricade.

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I’ll scarcely be scared

Or  ever

The least bit biblically

Humbled by heaven.

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I would

I could not  certainly see

The  foals  and fawns there,

Pups,  piglets,

&  All our infants.

Eaglets  soar  there

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uncharacteristically,

I would not mind waiting.

still

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“Very little grows on jagged rock                                                                                                                                        Be  Grounded                                                                                                                                                                      Be  crumbled                                                                                                                                                                   So wildflowers will come up                                                                                                                                             Where you are”

-RUMI

My Plea, Sure.

November 4, 2014

I loved  under my breath

Just above the collar-

Back of her moon-colored sundress.

Hold on  to my breath

Hold, and I holy hope

Right forthright for our portal opening

& if we’d once/ Go take this chance

This  achy  slow  dance,

This must leave heaven

Just one heave away

L O O K

June 15, 2014

 

 

Hope  we’re having a heaven so

I’ll look and

Daddy can call out,  (& it won’t hurt)

He’ll look just like he just got home from work:

“There’s my angry young man”.

We’d have it out;

My young man’s misery,

His young man’s mystery.

We’d upheave it out.  Heavy inquiry.

If he hadn’t killed himself he might have taught me:

“you gotta take the bitter with the cold”

Outside, My Mother softened things when she told me

When I was ready she told me:

“I know,

It’s vile.

He was so very sick.

They say  You/   Have his look.

It  is   mostly  OK,

You know.

I say  you’ll  have  my  smile”.

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.                                                                                    RKM (3/21/29-5/29/59)  RIP

AMAZING GRACE

June 20, 2013

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“Those bells’ve been ringing now for years,Someday I’ll give it all away,That’s how you sing Amazing Grace”      -LOW, from “Amazing Grace”

 

 

As specified in final arrangements

The kids could only draw near enough

To temples,  & to what resembles temples,

To take big pictures, big sky country shots,

& pot shots,

For a faraway featuring of folly.

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Go down aways down the hall,

A dawn displays holy sun rays smoke

And on the just rightly out of tune upright

My at rest  in peace bare-chested Daddy

Just barely jazzin up most all  of a

New England Protestant hymnal

Ones his mother Grace

Sang through  softly  over & over

Busy with handiwork  as ever

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PISkFEzC5XE

                                 happy birthday Brian

When my time’s up,

I bet, When it’s time to settle up,

&  I’m front & back  up against the barricade,

I bet, I dare  to gawk and glare

Past the barricade.

.

I’ll scarcely be scared

Or  ever

The least bit biblically

Humbled by heaven.

.

I would

I could not  certainly see

The  foals  and fawns there,

Pups,  piglets,

&  All our infants.

Eaglets  soar  there

.

uncharacteristically,

I would not mind waiting.

still

Those days

Why did my Daddy

Want me to put up my dukes?

He didn’t know me

I needed answers, not anger.

You told me to hit you

On yr only cleft chin.

Confused, I refused,

Then I cried, then you laughed.

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These days

One punch

Is all a backed-up drain like me…

I’d kill everything.

Furthermore, my diatribe here

Was directed

To my father’s spectre.

And he didn’t know me either,

‘Cause he said, “Go ahead”.

He thought & said, I’d be quite mad

All these days

With his violent abandonment.

I still need answers, not anger.

In that afterours club, in that cloud,

I asserted, “Are you still sick?” right out loud.

“Haven’t you watched me, or can’t you look out?”