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Advent, even I wait on as

silent partner  in this stronghold.

Before I go on,

I’ll go on & make sure

The blinds are drawn.

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When I’m

Aware/Awake  It’s gone cold,

For me to know it,

I’ll go on & need you some

I’ll go on & remind me some

I’ll go and turn my life down some

I’ll sit myself down until

I’ll see myself still enough

To behold

We’re meant, both,

Silent partners in this stronghold.

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( FROM A FULL WOLF MOON BEHIND ALL THOSE CLOUDS,/ PHOTO, MIN

B E H O L D

January 10, 2020

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Advent, even I wait on as

silent partner  in this stronghold.

Before I go on,

I’ll go on & make sure

The blinds are drawn.

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When I’m

Aware/Awake  It’s gone cold,

For me to know it,

I’ll go on & need you some

I’ll go on & remind me some

I’ll go and turn my life down some

I’ll sit myself down until

I’ll see myself still enough

To behold

We’re meant, both,

Silent partners in this stronghold.

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( FROM A FULL WOLF MOON BEHIND ALL THOSE CLOUDS,/ PHOTO, MINE)

M O N K E Y I N G

January 8, 2020

Listen, I looked like I was listening

You whispered, I got the gist of it

As if you thought well of me, and were murmuring

I caught the most of it.

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We haven’t talked enough.

He complains, “It’s complicated”.

He remained at his plugged in window

All day, alone.  A phone just off.

We haven’t talked enough.

A phone, just off. We would waited.

He remained, not leaning far enough

Way o’er over our wishing well.

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Every fool knows first hand  it’s foggy,

Can’t see past your next step.

Man, can’t you plan for terrain ahead?

It’s blinding, the fog.  Can’t find me.

 

 

DOLLAR STORE GLASSES

January 2, 2020

“And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)”  from “Heroes,”  Bowie

“I never touch you”  from  “Breaking Glass,”  Bowie

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I wear dollar-store glasses
they help me work on perspective.
I live for nothing I can think of.  fact.
It’s suggested I might just strive for focus.
In my day bed i might live
with one window & uncertainly my curtain cracked

I can wear one seventy five
On dollar-store glasses
I passed par for an old guy.
I’m far from passed, muy alive.
Tho’ she could present a good argument
Contesting that mad “muy” adjective.
I abstain again & again
And I’d hate to publicly substantiate

BABY CASK

December 30, 2019

 

It could be a baby cask of Chianti
With Leo Da Vinci
On the label like it took from a notebook
Curiosity sought the imagery
My thirst might evoke.

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It could be a baby cask upon a piano
Stark like one candle in one window
Not a word about the new chords
Almost heard in the darknesses,
A solemn oath, (I guess)
Not a word about the new chords.

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CASK

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

TO BE SAFE

December 24, 2019

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Once intimate names you were taught to whisper before sleep,

Prayers, Spiritually assisting the adults in yr family

To be safe,

They’ve now too, lived through to be distant relations.

Except when you & Unicef-cards wave to them Xmasses

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Now, when this faraway family of this one naysayer

Finally writes to him,

I don’t doubt it’s not without

Very late night kind innocent prayer

FOR NOW

December 21, 2019

Wind up, winding down.

When my massage therapist

She Always whispers

“There. That’s forever. For now.”

Straighten up. Pay attention.

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LOOK-SEE LOCKETS

December 13, 2019

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I wonder, one day,
Not pocketing our passions,
Future fashions they’ll
Fasten in look-see lockets.
Seems fair to wear them. I won’t.

AN OLD HAUNT

December 11, 2019

On our ancient porch
Perched high here in our new air
Search here through new words.
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This latest launch on/
Off this roof porch, an old haunt.
I sing off this nest.