Night Before Hearts

February 13, 2020

 

 

 

baritone sax=Pepper Adams         piano=Bill Evans

SHIMMERING HEAD BARE

November 27, 2019

I’m for metaphors

That can pinpoint elusive love

A butterfly that lights

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Right upon you like

Wild birds will dance onto a

Tame wire, randomish.

Odd that scarecrow’s hats shimmer,

Ensure anti-lure enough

 

 

scarecrow3

J U S T M I S S

November 22, 2019

 

When I don’t hear from her

When we don’t talk

Instead of what might

just happen in late night

screwball comedies,

A black & white

Cakewalk

Where he keeps

Just  missing her,

& unknown to her, her one & only is  so near,

& you watch & wait for them to wise up,

For when their timing improves.

When I don’t hear from her

When we don’t talk

Instead of just sitting tight,

& trusting the plot twists,

& trusting our protagonists,

& holding still for all that insignificant subterfuge

Until it all plays out that

They can finally take cuts in the

Everything’s-Fine waiting line/

Instead of that

He keeps just missing her.

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SCREWBALL

from “BRINGING UP BABY”

Some  sages  go

(A whispering wise guy softly, so surely said)

“Misspent love  went on to lonely”

“Misspent love  went on to lonely”

Ready made for Radio Emo

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Bookmarked  old  pages.

I can refocus  the fogs.

Someway stay clearly on course.

I’ll motion towards  sprays of moonwords

(Really)  I’ve moved before  from here before.

I can come to feel at home.

Then some really lonely songs share firesounds.

 

 

 

NEW HEART SETTLELINGS

February 14, 2017

 

 

Eyes out to recognize   passion:

It’s flatbacked against a dark wall

In the basement, burrowing deeper into sad shadow.

I’d bet it’s hiding some, a child’s cruel game.

When people see they’re empty

They write in to newspapers & ask real advice,

Exposing & espousing about

“Spicing up”  their  love lives.

Girls & boys buying new nightclothes,

Sex-scents, and other eaus,

Bought to butter up their battered beaus,

Enhancing  romance drugs

From teevee, junk mail,

And toys that are tools

For fixing whats failed.

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There’s always 

something new,

Someone new/ anything new.

Venture steps forward

Away from the old?

Nature’s warmblooded creatures

Home in on  settleings  less cold.

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“life is like a stage, I guess

love is stages of undress”

 

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BORDER TOWN

July 6, 2016

 

She would still turn heads

Fron the filling stations

To the four star destinations.

She ought to bottle that laugh,

To drink,   in dryer times.

I think the sky, some, scolds us

With dryer, dryer times.

Her history’s  no  mystery.

She was born on a border town.

She’s heavensent with resilient,

But cursed some times too   down.

Her calling is she feels all too much,

Her failing feeling touched.. not much of me.

Most time, though far, there’s no one nearer.

The rest time,   too far,

too far to hear her.

 

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(from 2010, & still)

BEWILDER MENT

March 24, 2016

I’m  immune.

Or, I’d use precautions

For yr considerations, then.

“It’s worth the risks”, went

This washed-up  high-wire act,

Misfortune  forced  his bewilderment,

Abandoned in his barren field, in fact.

I’m immune, y’know.

Let me get go through my window.

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Still  as  night  wind/

And still standing here/ Deep in the shadow end/

Waiting in the wading pool for that moon to bounce some/

There at the airport bar the atmosphere swooned bountiful/

Sating all important, faraway third down plays/

Enhancing   last chances, if too honest, too late  to dare/

Besides she & she’s enough  here

Jared French, Clinton, by PaJaMa

(photo credit/Jared French/ Clinton)

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.mangata: reflection of the moon on the sea at night (Swedish)

SOME ABSORBING ERRAND

September 24, 2015

True happiness we are told, consists  getting out of oneself, but the point is not only to get out- you must stay out; and to stay out you must have some absorbing errand.”

-Henry James, from “Roderick Hudson”

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Too wretched still/ 2 week without coastal sunsets

To wreath Night’s long door/  I long for

The right time alone  & wait &

As I wait/ I’ll eliminate/ obvious suspects

Crowding my space I’ve longed for/

To my credit the thing about editing out

All the non essential/ It’s Everywhere/

A lot easy to pivot w/pen  then slice there/

I can stick to plans/

Mic down the music some  & blinds slats/

I’ll recede that

Loveleaking hand off a needy cat and/

Speaking of love, lean forward & force

A poem to her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE SUNRISE SCENE FOR FAR ABOVE THE CUTTING ROOM FLOOR
near the end
purple clouds stir & near
mis-en-scene set, I’ll be blocking the shot
readying my stand-ins
cueing my soundtrack
I’ll need special effects to capture the light
to be faithful to the script
years ride past alongside our precious bond/
then one moment  one light courses through  brighter than  other rays onto…
she had signed off  (often)   onto a missive
with
(I leaned forward & forced  this life
To really read)
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“Love”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“The woman I’m thinking of, she loved me all up
But I’m so down today
She’s so fine, she’s in my mind.
I hear her callin’.

See the lonely boy, out on the weekend
Trying to make it pay.
Can’t relate to joy, he tries to speak and
Can’t begin to say.”

— from Neil Young’s ‘Out On The Weekend’

This man risked squandering 2 quarters,

Despite the nights rain,

He’d fight to stay the payphone,

Risked squandering  2 quarters,

Meant to be spent t’wards a quart when the night was down.

So he’d hang up/ quick as Go

So she’d ring back/

If she could be in  curious mood.

It wasn’t too late

(But maybe that’d help)

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He’d be ready,  with his 1st draft.

Damn, ink already ran onto his icy hand,

Trailed off his folded page  of all

Falderal,  frippery,  & doggerel.

Worthy words  to win some time.

(He’d   furthermore  murmur….)

He’d force his forte’  over the phone.

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If she called back

If any  would entertain

A  curious  mood

This time

Of night.