C a l m i n g

April 27, 2020

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With  one  voice,  an’ all,
I will  be awed, lung-filled moved.
Near,  imagined soul.

These  hypotheses
Move to proofs. I’ll be stormy,
Soon,  halcyon days.

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s t r a i n

April 22, 2020

SPEAK3.

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The creak on my computer chair

Alarm those I talk at on the phone

“What the hell was that?” They go

“Jesus. Just one of your cats?”

The creak cries out

When I never would

So then I keep it up

P I N P O I N T

April 18, 2020

 

 

I’m for metaphors
That pinpoint elusive love
I’ve a butterfly
That lights right upon you like
Wild birds dance on tame wires

ONE WIND AWAY

April 15, 2020

They have severe concern/ They have fear

They even give voice to it/ Close to chaos here

Some of us imagine us just assuming first symptoms

Some of us don’t imagine at all/ but when it comes

I wouldn’t pray/ that it couldn’t slay me

We all guard our house of cards/ Queens and aces

But we’re one wind away./ All our upturned faces.

I shouldn’t pray/ that is shouldn’t lay me/ down

I’m old as a weed/ & haven’t lived like I loved it/

Profound.

 

NOT REALLY SPRING THERE

April 11, 2020

It’s not really spring there yet.

The thing is, I think that you’ve

Found out some hyacinths to wear in your hair.

Mushrooms are way out. Buds above maybe move.

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The bridge is too stark against blue of springs sky.

We’ll finish our trail then we’ll cross it halfway.

Feels we’re a vessel, overhead, just above.

We’ll be far over, and float, on our love, on our love.

We’ll proceed however,  from our bridge and our day.

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photo by Celeste

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)

 

DOLLAR STORE GLASSES

January 2, 2020

“And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)”  from “Heroes,”  Bowie

“I never touch you”  from  “Breaking Glass,”  Bowie

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I wear dollar-store glasses
they help me work on perspective.
I live for nothing I can think of.  fact.
It’s suggested I might just strive for focus.
In my day bed i might live
with one window & uncertainly my curtain cracked

I can wear one seventy five
On dollar-store glasses
I passed par for an old guy.
I’m far from passed, muy alive.
Tho’ she could present a good argument
Contesting that mad “muy” adjective.
I abstain again & again
And I’d hate to publicly substantiate

Addressing Latent Agenda To A Lover

Okay Let’s just say I happen to have happened into maybe

What might be a tragedy of errors

It’s too apparent I meant to do

Nothing necessary I needed to do or say,

What would prove to move us forward,

Improve it all, that joy might fall

and happen.

At least we see at least that now.

 

Okay Let’s just say I happen to have happened into maybe

What might be a tragedy of errors

It’s too apparent I meant to do

Nothing necessary I needed to do or say,

What would prove to move us forward,

Improve it all, that joy might fall

and happen.

At least we see at least that now.

MOTIVE

November 17, 2019

She said I am deaf as a bat

At least I think that

So she yelled  like I’m a child

Folks in the grocery think it’s wild,

& turn their heads  to her, than me,

Or politely  towards the floor.

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F i n d

November 11, 2019

It’s like I took then lost this
I find the book but lose all my crucial glasses.

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When she’s away he awakens
In a computer chair  at 4
In his underwear  shivering
He shivers his way to a quiet bed  for a  quilt fervor.

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I could swear  when I’m there in Cold  Extraordinaire
I’ll find yr essence in the air
I breathe in on the other side of dark.
No charts, No GPS, No whereabouts facebook (I would guess)
Just heart, by the numbers, by the book.