Ink can slip onto  and stain a page

I think it can permeate a world around

it that can see it then re-see it new

and adapt it to the stage.

The symbals clash, the lights rush up. Both astound

A staring crowd.  So start up yr. casual

stroll from the wings, not forgetting yr. casual

role.

LOOSE CHANGE

September 19, 2015

I don’t even half choose

to carry loose change.

It lets itself be known  to me.

A quiet man  might be noisy.

I search for the underlying themes

That surface, as blue gills & dying perch will do.

I search an unresolve.

I search an unsettlement I mean to settle up,

Which flotsam, which riches  from the deep end;

Raucous & compelling, can tell all  in sleeptalk?

.

Finally

Find a pen

And something to write on.

Mind,  legs-open for

Something to write on.

.

.

.                                                                                                       (from 2009)

H A L C Y O N D E R

October 31, 2014

This  season

The storms  staid off

Or didn’t  set in

I needn’t pack  sand bags

Nature spared me  the necessity

To save myself from flood

Anyway

Loose Change

October 13, 2014

I don’t even half choose

to carry loose change.

It lets itself be known to me.

A quiet man  might be noisy.

I search for the underlying themes

that surface, as blue gills & dying perch will do.

An unresolve.

An unsettlement I mean to settle up,

Which flotsam, which riches  from the deep end;

Raucous & compelling, can tell all  in sleeptalk?

.

Finally

Find a pen

And something to write on.

Mind,  legs-open for

Something to write on.

.

.

.                                                                                                       (from 2009)

A  sun  upon  us  all

It was one wondrous puzzle

Wondering where the shadows go

.

It’s not like the night in us

Lies deeper in our darkest room

It’s rather that the truths  lie

Undercover undercovers in our oldest  gloom

It’s no mystery, It’s no mistake

That the nightime is the right time

To pull up stakes  &  go

To where one goes

WEATHERVANE

May 28, 2014

 

 

 

either  one  can

weathervane

in a spin

a  hurricane  can

windfall  upon,

mindful  for  yr

isadora  duncan

scarfish  flourish/ must

there  be

a  catch

to  watch

yr  purity

 

BACK TO WORK

April 9, 2014

 

 

 

 

“The sight of home gave little comfort, save to remind me that it offered a cave in which I could hide from my failures. A drink,a chair by the fire, a pile of miseries yet to be exploited–these were the crude tools I would use to put the events of the day behind me. Then, I would go back to work.”           –from “The Visionist”, Rachel Urquhart

 

 


i)

s t  I N K

.

of all the lies

in the air

that this liar

is truly unaware of

(is  ’truly’  the right word?)

of all the lies

casual and caressing there

the air currents  n

night-blooming jasmine (lie)

Golden ones have come from…

(I’ve told em. All alchemy.)

emboldened lies, all born, I imagine,

from an open pen draining onto pages,

.

from nothing.

 

ii).

.I’VE   IVORY

.

.Shiny gold pen 

As a shade-less light bulb

(it can be a candle)

Best  Klieg-lights this  crèche ,

Best showcases this birthplace.

.

On my knees

To lure verities,  (surely,  scour our trees)

To cure maladies,

Wrest fallacies from unsound foundations,

Whisper one less lonely

Wise,  recognizable incantation;.

Take this shiny gold pen…!

.

It’s nearby,  go forth,  go further.

I clear my path,

&   Go over…

&   I’ve  Ivory!

Simba’s  mammoth  cemetery!

(they must go deep)

Precious sunned bones poised on  as symbols

Archetexture   actually

I take a sacred see of symmetry

.

iii)

When poetry’s  god  the old notions

When poetry goes poetry in motion

All of a sudden certain

Privileged glimpses are blurting out

.

All of a sudden

Uncertain unseen forces

Focus for for instances,

What wording output

(shushshush  on  sources)

It’s a code I can tap

Out

.

.

 

 

LOOSE CHANGE

April 7, 2014

 

  

I don’t even half choose

to carry loose change.

It lets itself be too known to me.

&

A quiet man  is now noisy.

 

I search the underlying themes that just must surface,

 as dead blue gills &; dying perch must do..

An unresolve. will  lighten,

An unsettlement I mean to settle up..

Which flotsam, riches  from the deep end;

Raucous, compelling, telling sleeptalk  will upend?

Finally, fall up.?

Find a pen

And something to write on.

  Legs-open for

Something to write on.

.

.

.

.

.                                                         (from 5 years ago & now)

 

 

 

S T R I V E

April 1, 2014

   

   

    


 


Might mixed media shamen lite

&  brainiacs  in italics  write

Strive  To  Have  Thee  Happy  P.O.V”?

I only choke on O.K.

.

OK  It looks here we’re lost

It only looks  just old whiskey must

Unfortunately  hamper

Unfolding  this old map.

Here, you take the fifth.

.

.

I propose  we suppose  this labyrinth

Is  the  Casbah

.

 

 

GIVEN TIME

November 27, 2013

Same  1st

Break

Room

Semi-consciousness

Caffeine, Find a vacuum.

I’m miles away

Miles & miles away

.

I Love the friends, who matter, after  time separates.

I will wave, I’ll call later, too late

Loved friends will waver, then fade off

Miles away.

They’re miles & miles away

.

This hour of night, she,

His better 3 quarters,

Has their dreams  in their bed

Too many miles away.

She’s miles & miles away

.

.

(I pray)

Given time, this distance closes up to  closeby