Thursday, February 22, 2018

living a patient bourgeois life

living a patient bourgeois life
as time fritters my charms away
i read lamantia and his dreamlike horror
of all the surrounding implications
red lit clouds and the sky or rain
in the inner dissensions of things
the things that come next
like a searchlight can't stop
and whatever is in the beam
of the cone of light is death

poems offered to starving minds
offered to starving eyes offered like
clouds of offerings from a holy meal
that might be catered to in the nick
of time for motorcycles owls
in the inner dissensions of things

don't step out into the cold
for your share of horror
until you've been fed

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for Latif Williams



Wednesday, February 21, 2018

you can have sugar water as pets

you can have sugar water as pets
snakes or loaves of bread as guards
keeping the safe place from ________
or any other hi flyer you don't like
because of their condemnations
and lack of real love feeling




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there isn't any more there's us

there isn't any more there's us
we are and anything else is not
you might think the deus ex machina
is coming down through the clouds
but it is your mind that can't be hid
it is coming through in all directions
lights blazing trumpets playing
fireworks blasting sweet days bloom

because of you and us my what tall trees
what a sparkling lake under the ice
or a spring dawn kissing your face





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Eagle Lake



Sunday, February 18, 2018

there's a picture of you looking lost in a room

there's a picture of you looking lost in a room
holding a white tiger but you don't seem worried

you know you are in the right place
whatever happens next is perfect

the window above you shows a bright blue sky
sometimes it rains when it is clean

you're half turned away from the viewer
in motion
could be coming or going

when it all turns out just fine its clear
having or losing
is all the same if we are free


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Wednesday, February 14, 2018

i stood at your doorway/ but you were gone

.... for captain beefheart &
.... 'the same ol blues'

i stood at your doorway
but you were gone

just like the song
wrote you a letter

you must have
read it wrong

other poets write
on the threshold

at night looking up
at blank windows

being full of tears
a story as old

as there have been
broken hearts

night sky stars
closed doors

and the separated
missing someone

as time goes on
you might forget

the doorway
and the person

but never
the feeling


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Thursday, February 08, 2018

we don't have to forget or remember anything

we don't have to forget or remember anything
we just keep seeing ultra clearly with no interruptions

we move gently lightly brightly through oceans of sleep

we travel together seeing speaking and being seen
that is how we find happiness beyond control


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Monday, February 05, 2018

i hoped all of your lies and all of my lies would come together

i hoped all of your lies and all of my lies would come together
to become a enchanted castle of lies full of whimsy and finery
where we could live in style forever but it was not so
such things cannot be though you can try to perfect it
by being untrue as much as possible


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Saturday, February 03, 2018

at night when i get tired and it is late / i want to talk to you i always want to talk to you

at night when i get tired and it is late
i want to talk to you i always want to talk to you
it will never happen and it is okay but it is a bit sad too
all these causes and conditions and the intangibles that rule us
and beyond irony we think that we make conscious choices
when the impulses of most of our decisions are based
on whims or however we happen to think we feel at the time
then permanent set and ego testifies this is how we always have felt
nothing else matters and someone else will make us happy

someone else has the solution
we believe in with all our heart

to a problem that does not exist
never existed but we created


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