“I took a nap and wept for no reason”
~ Jim Harrison  from Songs of Unreason 

 

Should I get older

I recognize me,  more blind,

Crinking my neck back, there, as

I look up at the cliff terrace

And at a windowed hideaway behind,

It’s not so unapproachably high,

Fixed over our Pacific, finally,

That we thought might couldn’t be.

Hard rain, hell, wept down  a wet

That mixes well w/regret, on my shirt

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One can look past all our four shoulders

From inside the glass wall,

(We sat back in our Adirondacks)

And maybe just make out

What we’re watching and talking about.

A man closely following his own footsteps

The long stretch of the shore,

But looked up at the both of us,

Hand in hand, and how then the heavens poured.

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And An Addled, Sad Man Said

January 17, 2015

It’s unsafe for you too

Assume  We’re leaning

Into Leaving

(an intangible caress)

I lean into

The careening custody  of my mess.

TENTATIVE

December 17, 2012

(AFTER MERELY 3 DAYS * NIGHTS OF UNFOCUSSED HEARTBREAK,

i NEED FOR THIS TO BE REPEATED)     

………….                  “TENTATIVE”

 

 

It’s a wild shame that  the same child

That’s able to verbalize,

That  can  say:

“Here today,

Gone tomorrow”

Is  so  fresh,

She shouldn’t.

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.                     No apologies to William Blake & all those tender, tentative 

songs of innocence

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may all young innocent victims of senseless violence Rest In Peace

jesus wept