2346 1/2 Red Street

do you miss me
i'm not dead

detected life
merely like

a camera shutter
open then closed

or a melody
you stopped singing

if you stop
inciting limitation

you'll see me
i see you



**

he waited and lied his whole life
until the waiting and lies caught up to him
like a slow moving train
who knows how long

smell that cosmic dinner is ready

i would say i know true happiness
the way out of every damned place
the path to where we have always been
because if it is true and real then
all that bad news and stale air you breath
just was part of a pause like the whole universe
and a whole constructed life of conscious thoughts
was just a drape you were studying
stirring crisply and rearranging hues
smell that cosmic dinner is ready


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10:24 AM - 29 Aug 2018

Think beautiful thoughts. Thought attracts like-minded people. :-)

10:24 AM - 29 Aug 2018

we are going forward / we have nothing in the end

we are going forward
we have nothing in the end

especially when
full of treasure & crowned by laurels

everything stashed
or cleverly concealed blown sky high

into the air into the sky
into light into dark

then any small kindnesses
or accidental graces become so high

conversion is here
every drab old thought and feeling gone

we are going forward
we have nothing in the end


**

formality and repression / anger with all the comfort of home

formality and repression
anger with all the comfort of home
at times joviality
sounding so strange to the children
delighting in visitors
weary of the routine and the hearth
occasionally bearing gifts
more often punctually coming and going
buried thoughts on display
pantomime the unconscious personality
when over a sigh like a wave
thank god it is done

but as you were stranded
others have sailed on


____

and there is quietness / and there are viewers from unknown regions

and there is quietness
and there are viewers from unknown regions

o great depths of greatness
we are all fixtures like wind-vanes

sailing in place
moving in space impossible to know

born in everything
never being separated from all


**

840

excuse me
i'm dead and so are you

did you ever feel
like you'd live forever

we all go through
that phase like a speeding car

that has no road
and no brakes

excuse me
i'm alive and so are you

i have found my life

zest and endless horizon

by ceasing to omit or compare

a barking dog / against a white wall

a barking dog
against a white wall

all i see

but i can tell
the dog is laughing

by barking

he won't bite me
though he poses to

life is like that


**

11 and Vine

awaking suddenly
we are all strange at night
even in our own room
here is my hand
it is warm making up
for the stark silhouette
and these eyes


__

he could write in such a way

he could write such a way
about boats bread or a street
in a certain flair

you would adore the writing
and hate the poet



#

reversal of roles

my dad died
i'm looking at all these shots of him
pictures of the family and friends
neighbors backyards

photos seen all my life
but now i can't remember everything
there's an emptiness

before i'd have
10 or 100 or 1000 incidental recollections
seeing the picture now like
a scene acted out by people i know

plus irony?
my dad gone
reversal of roles
my dad is young and i am old

and where did it all go
moon is the same sun is the same
stars too but not all of us

even age out of order
every immovable
down here moved


**

12th Ave N & 3rd St N

scooping water by hand
praying by hand
writing poetry by hand
all laborious constantly
gathering up and dropping
getting down to fingers
plucking at ukulele strings
ukulele ukulele jumping fleas
getting down to nails
beds of them the crescents of them
down to the tree i have
on the side of my hand
the tree with four nail moons
below it

i want to be writing and making sense
but not meaning anything

being free

then because of this
we may arrive at the truth we arrive at

look at this

like a stick dipping into the surface
of our minds

ripples are words


**

Fountain Ave

several times yes
i do not know:

every tree we see becomes a mansion
that the planets and stars sashay in
appealing to the backdrop of mind

**


несколько раз да
я не знаю:


каждое дерево, которое мы видим, становится домом
что планеты и звезды танцуют в
обращаясь к фону ума

**

for ee cummings

i can give you nothing but this face
fixed in white plaster

a funeral mask

in it i hope you will see i know nothing

i am beyond all hope

and fear

if you give a few lines how i could be

careful and even

kind to love

i will be grateful wherever i've gone

you will not know where

but joy i'll be

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for ee cummings

Post Street

stay with me down the lane
where fame never comes
but the moon sends us letters
sun cleverly rises like a cat

where angels drop by in jeans
above and below mingle for pantomimes
death demures to win at cards

beautiful odes going in and out
of the windows like carrier pigeons
the afternoon tea full of stories
and clocks stuffed with honey

stay with me down the lane
where pillows are plumped
and the bed is covered in gold ingots

civilizations astounded by
red beans and rice
doilies and pumps
crow rickshaws wiser

**

WB

he sang this
o beauty

every place he lived in or loved
was knocked down

his gravesite was neglected
lost then found

angels he heard sing true
never stopped

crowded in the trees above
new white stone

can you hear the songs
can you see

he sang thus
o beauty

___

8.13.18

he said a sense of longing starts a poem

he said a sense of longing starts a poem
keen homesickness loss or grief
and if the poet knows the reader knows
hope rescue and belief

life moved mysterious deep and sweet
of journeys and in verse
harbor is never far away and often
we are safe before we see



**

for gurr
8.10.18

and

Robert Frost

Sedgwick Street and 21st Lane SW

i am free
to think a hell or a heaven
see the end or the beginning
say we are separate or united
feel we are far away or close
with such freedom

o my what a big sky

**

to gurr
8.9.18

Boston Avenue South

we have nothing we can give to anyone
but also everything to give

supposedly each of us on an island or in a castle
untouchable and separate

or we are all one and there is no division
you are tending to my heaven and i yours


**

to gurr
8.9.18