A Fond, Old, Faraway Room

January 8, 2018

 

 

 

“Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves.  So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lovers.  It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of. One you haven’t seen in a long time…”

“.. A fond, old, faraway room?”

“Exactly.”

-from “Kafka On The Shore”, Hanuki Murakami

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We mind that there mustn’t be dust

On those closed blinds.

Behind  those  blinds,

We  find  us.

We find ourselves  salving

Our sore selves,

Saving  us  so

Fleetingly. So Pretend-Completely.

And after each chapter,

Which does us delirious,

It can be  meant as some payment,

It can serve to defray  cost

It can’t save us, when in a night and a day,

without fail, We will derail.

Alone, All memories lost

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I choose the rooms that I live in with care,
the windows are small and the walls almost bare,
there’s only one bed and there’s only one prayer;
I listen all night for your step on the stair”

Leonard Cohen,RIP, from “Tonight Will be Fine”

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(from a hundred years back)

ACHY IN MY AERIE

December 21, 2016

For the time being

I’m not being knuckled under some

Tho’ I do own a cramp  in my own home camp

I’m achy in my aerie home

I got soot at my feet I just gotta stamp

But I bed on shredded graffiti

My conquests just see it as confetti

Me, I just insist it’s imaginary

I can’t resist  It’s perfunctory

HARD 2 (Then’l Be)

February 8, 2016

While my hand is hard  on the banister,

Wave  yours  up.

I can make for a better grip

Before I take you up

I swear then’l be my answer

S U S P E C T M A N

August 19, 2015

To those I try to love, & back.

One ought to honor one of us.

I will brave..then save embraces

before I leave,  For I believe

That by my storing away  more  rare  mercy,

Like a stout man stocks a pantry,

This sustains this suspect man, surely.

Make that..his take  on  “surely”

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(from 2009)

FROM OUR BLANKET FORT

April 14, 2015

They’ll all swear  We’ll prefer

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Our own company.   We  accomplice.

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They don’t speak for us.

CIVIL DEFENSE SHELTER

February 4, 2015

CIVIL DEFENSE

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This life  it hasn’t made sense

To lie or stand  defenseless

This  last  love

We couldn’t count on weapons

We slept  inept w/weapons

Untrained & too tame,

Just unable,   too civil  for weapons

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AT LEAST AT LAST

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It’s not much of a stretch

(In this sun,)

“Sanctuary” can actually rhyme with

“Aviary”

We fill a doorway.

Each, one foot far enough back in

Each room.  Dull lit.

We’re full astride it;

The dark side of the street.

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I resist to find it strange when

This strongest wind’s

Air  is a blend of us riding just beside birdsong,

Our voices have started & stood (all along)

As our heart’s blood.

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.                                       (from 13 months ago)

H A L C Y O N D E R

October 31, 2014

This  season

The storms  staid off

Or didn’t  set in

I needn’t pack  sand bags

Nature spared me  the necessity

To save myself from flood

Anyway

We fill a doorway.

Each, one foot far enough back in

Each room.  Dull lit.

We’re full astride it;

The dark side of the street.

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I resist to find it strange when

This strongest wind’s

Air  is a blend of us riding just beside birdsong,

Our voices have started & stood (all along)

As our heart’s blood.