C H A N C E S/ A R E

May 12, 2020

 

I’m immune.

Or, I’d use precautions

For yr considerations, then.

“It’s worth the risks”, went

This washed-up high-wire act,

This misfortune forced his bewilderment,

Abandoned in this barren field, in fact.

 

I’m immune, y’know.

Let me get go through my window.

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escape

RIGHTEOUSNESS VERSE

May 5, 2020

 

If I’d insist on playing the pacifist

(I’m maybe miscast)

I’d resist being all-too-willing

to killing time.

If I would want to resist the persistent praying

For my mercy, for all our mercy,

Inarticulate verses of mercy,

Maybe I’d want to take steps,

I’d want to take things into my own hands,

Maybe I’d want to take on the task

Of yanking my mask off,

Of thinking of thanking

myself more.

Tho’ I’d heed less

Jesus

 

GREEN GLASSHOUSE

May 3, 2020

 

 

 

 

abandonedgreenhouse1

I  see  I  settled

It would faintly be a  fate

(Freedom, comes a sweet release)

But I had settled

With   wait.

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Where our hours had  hard like hours

And landfilling them

Sets the sadder shadowed facets of silence

To  stem.

.

Hey, yr own old whore,

Before you defile

Yr dreamily dark greenhouse

Pitching

Both  words and stark sticks & stones,

Get a hard look

On each hard paned reflection

W I N P L A N

April 28, 2020

 

I’m  here In  winter
My Win plan is here, New England
Ideal for our deal.

 

New lives can occur
We’ll stretch, then reach though spaces
We belong here now

 

Fireplaced air  fails to
Enhance Us with  enough heat
To keep  a distance

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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STILL3

 

 

 

for sunni

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I’m fine with pining for  somewhere else

But I’ve not got a trace of sense

To embrace the opened-present tense

I’ll see my way to Calliopes call

The lines seem too long, too wide, an’ all

DREAMLAND boasts  “the most creative rides”,

So Go!

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There I take my place.

Stare off into space. 

 

 

the Muses of Uran

“The Muses Urania and Calliope” painter-Simon Vouet

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

S H I N E

April 21, 2020

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Odd that the hat on a scarecrow

Has enough shine to ensure a lure enough

to bug and bird alike,

To draw, and not repel them,

Their wings aim down to light.

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

 

 

.CELESTE

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That crap in yr creamy breasts  threaten us.

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I pray for the day

We lay our selves back

Just time on our back

I sing only songs that ring only true

Right to  only to you

In bed we’ll watch “Red Shoes”

We’ll leave off counting re-watching “Brief Encounter”

We’ll listen read & listen to Burton’s reading of “Under Milk Wood”

At least we’ll feast on a breading and cheese plate

At last we’ll  settle  in  safe

From cancer   and

From  wait.