DOWN ON MY STEPS

December 6, 2019

Left  on  Moody.

Now stop at three amber-yellow lights.

It’s not because of the cops & cameras,

But most here run the red ones.

Look  both  ways,

And straight as you can,

I’m on the right.

Pretty  sure

My porch light’s out.

I’m down on my steps.

Pretty sure I’m on the right.

 

NOTHING PLENTY

November 30, 2019

For  nothing  plenty

I wait, right at  distraction.

Don’t say “Close yr eyes..”

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“For force stop”, I mean,

I see Beauty, like looking there.

I’m stealing each stare.

 

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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MY FARAWAY STEADY(R)

October 25, 2019

 

 

It wouldn’t, understandably,

Be unwise,

Not imprudent, Though circumspect to

Look directly into the seeing eyes

Of an astute, & ably Miss

And ask her, the tallest florist,

“What’s the apt blossom symbolism

Best for telling my faraway steady(r)

‘You know already. This Pair  of us,
We know already. Our hearts,
They pound same messages, jungle drums.
We tend to our tender children, we calm
The fires near each of us, We brighten the burdens,
We ache the hours late late night.'”

 

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“Those, that nosegay  near the ceiling”

 

 

 

 

 

 

MUST-SEE PAPERWORK

October 25, 2019

 

“I turn to my computer, like a friend”  Kate Bush, from “Deeper Understanding”

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Could be true

They’re construed & constructed there

The stars are constant

(They aren’t?)/

As is my  Immediacy with…

(My muse & I, we meddle with…)

Must-See

Paperwork/

Mystical Mythi calcal culOhYouUs/

Free-Spill  Vessel-Fill/

My established ways/

To Ecstatic blushes/

Made Flesh   my committed  cumuniques

APPEARANCES

October 21, 2019

EDVARD MUNCH

“SOME KINDS OF NIGHT ANIMALS AND PEOPLE THAT DON’T FIT IN WITH OTHERS AND THAT NOBODY REALLY BELIEVES IN. THEY KEEP OUT OF THE WAY ALL THE YEAR. AND THEN WHEN EVERYTHING’S QUIET AND WHITE AND THE NIGHTS ARE LONG AND MOST PEOPLE ARE ASLEEP
— THEN THEY APPEAR.”
TOVE JANSSON, MOOMINLAND MIDWINTER


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the night fills book shelves

of  newselves

and ghosts ancient  that go silent
 
after you dare to glare it down.

the night fills full boxes

of hoaxes

all honest, bold-faced hazy facades

and full frontal epiphanies

TO SPEAK OF SPARROWS

October 16, 2019

Lyca Caparros- photo

 

TO SPEAK OF SPARROWS

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To speak of sparrows
In shrapnel filled world war one
Fields, winds, scarlet dawn

They will sing to find
Their own kind, if they have lived,
They will call and call,
‘Tween blood and budding daybreak,
A song will find it’s way back

DOUBTLE AGENT

October 7, 2019

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Here’s… far from hardly a chink in his ardor.

His duplicitousness

Is more than obvious

To himself most of all.

A double agent deepbreathing quiet

So dominoes don’t fall.

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Here’s far from hardly a mark on his honor.

His cowardice.

He can cover less & less

From himself least of all.

Bravery he saves to muster Love enough

To face away nothing , & Praise all..

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)