P A R I S

August 24, 2019

I LONG to stay stabbing, & stay above

The sullen, crestfallen  long run of things.

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ALONG our river, a song, not near, comes outa corridor

Firelight on a black and white picture. Above.

One  man  walks  on  red  leaves

In a black & white picture  of

The long run of things.

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A  LONE  man,  leaves,  and dawn

Draping him.  Not much

Escape for him, in the long run of things.

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.theLouis-Philippe Bridge

Le pont Louis-Philippe vu à travers le pont Marie (version flou), circa 1935

[From the Réunion des Musées Nationaux]

NEW DEAL

September 2, 2018

If our fog lifts

Like tired old myths

The ones “old salts”

Sing about at seaside public vaults

Never locked  They’re never locked

It’s best. I better work this new deal

The wording has wounds, needs doctoring

How long will you allow me here?

If our fog lifts

My table and window will clear.

 

IF I MINDED

June 7, 2017

I’ve been biding my live time

My trivial “real”-life trials

All the challanges this chuff can ignore

All the more he might’ve  imagined

If i minded any more

For somehow here  and not

For somewhere not

LOST/JUST

September 15, 2016

 

 

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For now, awhile, I won’t let you pull me from the wreckage/

But, how you hold my hand, for both of us

Until the jaws of life  arrives/

Tho’ I’m not at a lost of words, I’m lost

In thought / “I’m lost”, I thought,

“And hiding from the hidden costs.”

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         II.  Birdsong
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I’ll dare to speak of sparrows

in shrapnel-filled WW I  battlefield winds,

in sharp scarlet dawns/

They’ll sing to find their kind

if they’ve  lived,

A song will find its way back,

between the  blood & budding daybreak.

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   III.    J U S T
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it could be/ a branch of a tree

perched at a high hill

would have a new bud  just

breaking through/ it would be just for you

and in time  a blossom.  You’d just

lift yr arm up/ and pull it down/ just in time

to drink it through

with yr deepest stealing breath.///

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(from 2009)

TRYING LOVE RHYME

April 21, 2016

For the most part I’m all right with what resides inside my heart

Though now & then I can hear again that yr leery  nearly often

You can’t soften unrest  with yr  kinda kindness

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Most of the past  I must confess

Trying love  It’s true I’ve been clueless

But i guess now  I know  I guess

That one oughtn’t wait  to not hate

All what’s more hard to tolerate

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It can happen   to evaporate

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 love/ to re have

In this half life

“MOCK CRASH UNFOLDS”

April 12, 2016

“Mock  Crash  Unfolds”

Made an edit

For a column lead-in

And something to scan

While we gentlemen wait

For counsel

At the bank

Older gentlemen of a certain age

Encouragedly unemployed now

The headlines heralded some rescue drill

Trained Emergency people

Acted out on some sunnier afternoon

ESPIAL

April 10, 2016

“I swing the brush and was conducting the Chaos”

Got on my knees, needed & got  grout out

I showered shame off my inner shins

Got out some to name nine or so sins I never believed in

I showed  god everything  I never believed

Fleshing out these precious hours especialiously  their spectres

“But how many are fleeing anything to that?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

” ich schwinge den Pinsel und dirigiere das Chaos..”  from

https://herschelmann.wordpress.com/2016/04/08/fruehjahrsputz/

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“Mais combien fuient rien qu’à cette idée ?”  from

Peur, souffrance intérieure

 

 

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20160407_113540(image:”Expectorate”  http://namelessneed.deviantart.com/art/expectorate-601720396 )

BEWILDER MENT

March 24, 2016

I’m  immune.

Or, I’d use precautions

For yr considerations, then.

“It’s worth the risks”, went

This washed-up  high-wire act,

Misfortune  forced  his bewilderment,

Abandoned in his barren field, in fact.

I’m immune, y’know.

Let me get go through my window.

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I dreamt I opened a door onto a stranger

Her chest hurt, she showed her best she wasn’t in danger

I dreamt I waited to turn at a corner

Onto deep/ditched road, well before I could warn her

She lost control of her sportscar, four arcs

Into sleep/filled woods. unsteady long legs started

Out, hurt, and startled me to  dream move  to

Both strangers to tend to them, and love too

 

 

 

“I don’t stand this, no distancing..”

My soulfull chest and best intentions,

“O ..Further along & farther away”.

After it’s hurting time

It’s certain we’re down

From where we may

& nearer the day we’re done.