S H I N E

April 21, 2020

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Odd that the hat on a scarecrow

Has enough shine to ensure a lure enough

to bug and bird alike,

To draw, and not repel them,

Their wings aim down to light.

 

 

“THE TENEBROUS DEATHBED SCENE”, VERY LATE,

FROM FAR ABOVE THE CUTTING ROOM FLOOR

 

 

 

near the end

Violaceous  clouds could stir to nearing.

My mise en scene set,  I’ll be blocking the shot,

Readying my stand-ins,

Cueing the soundtrack.

I’ll need special lenses to capture the light,

To be faithful to the script.

 

Our years had passed, right alongside our precious bonds of memory.

One  light came into here, far brighter than the full- moonlight did.,

Dead onto here

She had signed off   on a missive  to me

With

“Love, “

 

 

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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Discerning the meaning of

This lantern, in a dream,

You carried  while leading & lighting our way

All the way in to .. until the still pond.

This can be a simple one,

That torch is a symbol;

We Hope now  for  magic!

we might resign to/ yr kind light  on our plight.

O’  We just might  go  plea.

We could just go down as, at least,

Pleaing

For our freeing  Might

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NURSIE DEAR

December 30, 2019

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I’ve dreamt of an angel, Nursie dear

Near she sat and pat my brow

Her half-smile warmed me with more light, more hope here

I fell back on my fevered pillow

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Why? Why by chance you’re my Florence Nightingale

That grows pale at my rows of wounded

& Hard-headedly disclaims, “All is tainted”

But goes on blinking out your saint eyes,

All the shadows god’s light must have painted?nursie

S U B T I T L E

November 15, 2019

PHOTOS FROM GODARD’S “ALPHAVILLE”
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This one liaison

We’ll go so for foreign films

Our unbridled pillow talk there,

On chiseled crystal chaise lounge chairs,

Will be subtitled.

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We’d meet.

One moon might

Light our clutch,

Tonight once closed curtains

Might one much-open-legged open.

We’d mean

To go so far as to

Show our gods of love   lots what they’d once bet on,

Completedly with some things &

Unneededly subtitlings.

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LAPSELESS PACT

October 4, 2019

 

 

Stylite Yu, photo 

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When we get a might old & quite daft/

We better wear sweaters as we waffle whether there’s a cold air night draft/

When we don’t remember/ all the holidays in september/

When we won’t remember/ When the hearth needs more timber/

We’d do windows wide open mornings/ & doors too snow storming/

Fruit left last long past their sweet-point/

Just short of when vermin/ just cavort into the joint/

We’ll start to tell our dreams, last night/

It’s a cinch/ we’ll end on that rain-drenched island, right?/

We’ll toss & turn on real green moss/

& you can barely feel we’re wearing wet white/

On a hunch/ Our punchlines/ Without fail/ Will get filled in/

On a promise/ Our premises will trail off & off & off again/

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We’ll lose the car keys of sensibility/

We’ll lose some to the dark scenes of seniority

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Together    so

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We will never forget to never let go

REFUSING THE DAWN

September 28, 2019

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I can Recognize, but hell, I can’t Realize so well.
I’d drink more coffee but my cardiologist insists I don’t
I’d drink more coffee but my heart man prescribes “not so smart, man”.

I’d think more whiskey would push me to bask at last in a primal light,

but my general practitioner generally frowns about practicing until I get it right.

I’d read more but eyes see less.. I digress,

I’d come 2/pray more/give in/give more/dream-sleep in/weep for once/

walk the lit dark like I used to/ Take in the dark light. I’ve so far refused to.

I can Recognize, but hell,

I don’t Realize so well.

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(FROM AT LEAST A DECADE BACK)

CONSCIOUS STALL

September 24, 2019

People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.”
― Carl Jung 

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“Under the willow tree I hide my mirror,

small enough to be mistaken for morning dew.

I look for a point of origin, something to explain how and why

we all must see it through.”          

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C O N S C I O U S   S T A L L

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Encased  in  impasse,

I couldn’t even eye the other passengers

Past my papers.

I wouldn’t watch what

My window offered:

Small towns, & all their lights,

Reflections, inside, of us riding passersby.

We keep on sweeping by.

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Inspecting  these all  aspects of my work,

Taking stock,   this stall  is a lock still.

I, Y’see, yesterday’s night

I ran nine yellow lights,

& Just as there were dares that didn’t time out right

I’ll just decide  to still ride

 

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the sublime opening verse is from my favorite online poet

Allison Grayhurst, from “Eating From An Imaginary Spoon”  https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/168535/posts/1567304886

 

 

TRAINAMY

 

 

 

 

I SHOULD DO…AH CHOO

September 18, 2019

Photo by Victor Talashuk (unsplash)

I SHOULD DO… AH CHOO

 

On every dawn
I’ll strive to stake out time
To pick up a pen

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I’ll squint out the light
Go over my piano
At first, and again

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I’ll pull down the shade
Thus I can practice my art
At first, and again