D I S T A N C E S

July 10, 2019

1st chance I was free, this morning

I tried to get you on the horn

You’re too far, two or three days away,

At least a half dozen states away.

That’s  a ways away.

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I would speak about weaknesses here.

I could talk about how bleak it is here.

Your laugh could alter things.

That’s a ways away.

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Those who know me best say I’m worst.

In the day, I’m dark.

My points of view are too sharp.

My brain is broke. They’re checking now, here.

“It’ll all be OK”,  I was taught to say,  but I fear

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That’s a ways away.

fear of fails will chafe yr idle safe

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fear of fails will clasp yr shutters closed

but when all else  goes

Go chance yr best yesses

Before the time lapses

Before time is too still

Before it’s too still

U S E L E S S

June 21, 2019

“And in the end it all boils down/A useless bit of running ’round”,  Todd Rundgren, from “I Think You Know”

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My uneasy manner may wear
Against a midnight and on
Persistent are
Green bottle shards

again & again
Against a reef

a Lighthouse
over sees

yet overlooks

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CAUTION YELLOW

May 28, 2019

Caution  yellow  caked  the  room

I had considered  color 

before I took a step in

I sensed right away

I would rename it  the “On The Verge Room”

“Amber Chambre”  just didn’t have all the facts in

“On The Verge” was the one way

I could describe it.  My profound feeling.

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I looked around and almost waited

For it to happen. My consequence.

Time passed, my nervous nausea failed to.

I knew  it would all Go. Nonethless.

I know it would all Go.

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Noir Morning

April 13, 2019

Change & keys upon a bureau corner

Can’t be far from boots and his trousers

Low volume all night tv tells murder stories

Some are unsolved like this week I’ve been havin’

I could get my car back if the garage is open

My fuckin’ phone got lost in a downtown without pity

I’ll maybe get another once I am way  down the road

Some contacts, all the music won’t be easily replaced

I can chalk it up to “Oh Well”.  Sunday’s almost come

THE WAITING

March 4, 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

I couldn’t keep my shirt on
I actually had a hand at the door
I wouldn’t wait for the EKG guy
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The express lines were full up at the IGA.
So was the cart in front of me, the one in my way.
My body required liquids I needed to buy.
& me, I wouldn’t wait for the EKG guy
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My car needed work (I see I did too, OK?)
Ever still again, Time stalled & would stay.
Never, “Our time is up for today”
I’d bet Time’s a fleeting debt, not a gift.
I about bolted but my Ford’s on the lift.

.You’d think a man with wait issues
Would shy away some
From a long-distance love, he could only see some.
How he’d wait & wait for her laugh on the phone
How he’d wait & wait for her letters to come
How he’d wait & wait for liaisons alone
How he’d wait & wait for a time all their own.
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.Artwork “The Waiting” kindly loaned by Christian
http://chriseastmids.deviantart.com/

 

 

 

 

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Here, lover’s laughter remains a remnant.

She’s  there  in  Vermont.

But like laughter  in the next room.

She’s near enough for sharing joy

Nearly enough to emit the warmths of

Chimes..and vibes..and glockenspiels..

The mix makes songs  of her laughter.

And not just in the next room,

Not just this focused moment,

But most heatedly here, this resounding chamber

Of this house and this heart.

 

 

A GOOD WORD PLEASE

February 7, 2019

All oncoming traffic headlit my shadows, just behind this parapet

No, that’s not the word, really

Not that word, a good word though

Like “peripatetic”   for me

You,  “peridot”.

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Oncoming traffic’s shadows brush me rough

I’m tucked in a kinda cove  in some lemon grove

I’m sitting it out  for a breakout

Once the sun’s out

I’ll turn & make out for greener pastures

I’ll make up for  what they seen as grave errors.

 

CAROLINE VALENTINE’S EYES

February 2, 2019

lovers,  when asked about lovers

all I can muster, “Is it likely

I even have  likers?”

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But I’ve known  you  like  me,

&  I’m too fond of you.

I’m too fond of yr. brilliant squinty eyes;

It’s  faceted blue apatites,

Aquamarine, no, blue topaz,

Wild emeralds,  a hell of a violet spinel,

No, tear sapphires, for real,

No.   Aquamarine.

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I’m urged to end virtually all this spelunking business

What?  My time’s up? (& dearly departed?)

I just did “eyes”,     I just got started.

 

 

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QUILTLESS WONDER

January 31, 2019

Will a quilt that drapes,

Dramatically,  one  wicker

Adirondack  chair,

Drape  me?

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Will a qualified straight-shooter, finally,

Dramatically, shooting his or her mouth off,

Try  to  be  fair,

Capturing   me?