DON’T LOOK BACK

December 23, 2018

humour me
it’s surely not insurmountable
humour me
I concur it’s not as easy as
glossy magazines face-up on coffee tables
it’s what I really want for christmas
it’s what I really want for my wish to go
for when stars shoot, for my pennies deep in a well,
when a haytruck passes–Don’t Look Back! aw hell
I guess it’s a day way more serious
it’s a night  more so

THE IMMENSE ANGLE

February 14, 2018

 “The eternal angle
Between land and sky
Divided by the wind
The immense angle
Of the straight road
Divided by a wish”
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                                   Excerpt from Federico Garcia Lorca
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.N O   B U R D E N
it’s clear
god’s an accomplice
in our deception
the perfect crime
for the church of no burden ;
our chances,  our exchanges, our chime
 I have allowed me
my grey canvas, my grey cloud forecast,
you have spoiled me
with your spill of colour,
your display, your vase of colour
your face.
I’ll stir those blends of colour
on a broken palette piece
no burden
&  start to start to understand
to masterplan my masterpiece
it just might
be a study in dark and light
direct light smooches in a diner lot
like lovers do
the side of her that faced the sunrise, new
I cupped my hand to shade  her face, that’s what I do
Keep my love in shadow
but her cheek was hot
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   (from 2006, & still, for sunni)

WHEN STARS SHOOT

December 14, 2012

humour me

it’s surely not insurmountable

humour me

I concur it’s not as easy as

glossy magazines on coffee tables

it’s what I really want for christmas

it’s what I really want for my wish

when stars shoot, for my penny in a well,

when a haytruck passes–don’t look back! aw hell

I guess it’s a day way serious

it’s a night more so

This One Requisition

November 27, 2010

My requisition is shot off to  “Supplies”,

On the break-neck  information highway.

I listed  one shot only  items.

Gosh, most everything was there, I’d say,

Got at no cost, and it should  go, too,

To get me through

Yesterday  &  this day.

when stars shoot

April 22, 2009

humour me

it’s surely not insurmountable

humour me

I concur it’s not as easy as

glossy magazines on coffee tables

it’s what I really want for christmas

it’s what I really want for my wish

when stars shoot, for my penny in a well,

when a haytruck passes–don’t look back! aw hell

I guess  it’s a day  way serious

it’s a night  more so