LAST PAGE

March 10, 2020

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It’s the last page

The legal pad is over

At a fast pace

Just words have wandered off

I just waited for them to come

I just guess waiting is for the best

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It’s the last page

Which will never fill all out

Like a life will fill a face

Just stories scar the drafts of

Fictitious faces with..within these eyes

I just guess telling, sounds like, is for the best

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It’s the end page

The yellow pad is over

Seems like magic seems to be the case

Just word poems merely Grace the page

“Only I can keep my hearts claim”

I just guess poetry is unknowingly for the best

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(A NEW HERO, I SUSPECT)

STILL WAITING

February 19, 2020

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All said, when waiting

Was a silent art, Worth it.

I must’ve been shushed.

 

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PHOTO-MIRCEAIANC  (PIXABAY)

 

Night Before Hearts

February 13, 2020

 

 

 

baritone sax=Pepper Adams         piano=Bill Evans

ENTWILIGHTENMENT

February 13, 2020

In Nightstreams;

Characters cast into indecipherable scripts

All are strangers

To stare at, to starve for,

More, to promptly forget.

And Daydreams;

Live characters I’ve cared fiercely for

Live  too far enough I know  away in shadows

To re know/ to re have/ to re love

In this half life

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