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Pages from a Three Quarter Life

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Let us talk of death

for that’s what’s on our minds

We can talk of all the details

examine all the different kinds

It’s on our minds

It’s on our minds

Let us talk of loneliness

what happens in between

We can revisit all the sorrow

tell each other what it means

To be alone

To be alone

Let us talk of possibility

what we meant to do or say

We can talk of all the little things

that got into our way

We really cared

We really cared

Let us talk of all the changes

how different we will be

We can write all our ideas

in a special book of reverie

So we can read

So we can read

Let us talk of love again

and what we think it means

We can talk of human theories

following our dreams

When we agree

When we agree

Let us talk of death

for that’s what’s on our minds

We can reminisce the good times

rewrite replay rewind

We’re out of time

We’re out of time

Valentine’s Day

imageO Valentine’s Day

can mean so many things

roses and diamond rings

love pledges in the sky

romanty cards a sweet caress

how to say I love you best

hearts swell with prompt and sway

For me, it’s just my birthday

if I’m still here for this one

then Valentine’s Day must be

one perfectly magical gift of a day

in every conceivable way

and yeah, I’m glad to share it

with you.

Poisoned

img_5690I was standing just now outside

wind working hard to hinder or knock me off my held breath position

See I was hunched over legs open wide (human tripod in mind—

I lean toward organics) and nearly still still still enough at least

aiming my lens at this southern slip of currently naked tree trunk just right

exactly what I needed to cut what would in a few seconds be

a partial wink of perfect blinding sun leaking out from below a dirty

little trickster raincloud. I was there my right index already on the shutter so

light so close not even butterfly breath could have slipped through

Ready? Ready. Stop all thought no flow at all huh-uhhuhh do not blink or move

The moment the moment the slightest shift makes all the diff—

and then the poison! Politics. Other peoples’ stupidity. Madness baseless hate

Time wasters unwisers narcissism solipsism accuse-ism dumbism exclusionism

grimacism sneerism ignoramusism Imememine-ism foolism violencism

makenosenseatall-ism schism miserableism hatism destructism shitism…

It’s the twenty first century this modern mad dog barking muddled up plot

poisoning of the potential of the human mind

the threat to intelligence the rise of bad news fake news danger everywhere fear of

everyone run hide get a weapon buy another one shun shun news

fists of the vicious narrow vacant eyes looking in through windows prying trying

whatever means to pollute our innocent trusting souls with foul breath and

slippery slope arguments, with an utter inability

to comprehend the merits of respectful discourse, introspection, diplomacy,

consultation with others who know something of the subject in mind (any subject)

the advantage

of being kind, the concepts of considering consequences before shouting non sequitur

answers to question from mouths you can’t see because your monoism has rendered

you blind—poison seeps in so fast. It’s singular goal is to kill.

And it’s not the wind I’m wrestling anymore

It’s the great rumble of unstoppable nonsense

the roiling cacophony of fools fed on unfoods, ha ha sitcoms prophet for profit

slayers of evil undefined but true so true you better believe or hell hell

pretend leaders sleazy compromisers greedy petty world uglifiers

social media the news the mouths the heads half interested eyes the lips

The arses? Maybe. Sure. It’s the arses, too.

Do I have to love these? I guess I might. I do? (It’s not easy but hate begets

more hate and that’s nowhere to go for me not for you either whether you know it or

not, some things are just truths that’s the way it is so here we go, so)

I catch my sun ray. I am there. Imbalance is my cue.

I go inside wipe my nose

Camera down

I strike a deal. Squeeze poison from wound

Seems I’ll live.

Insert wisdom. Know when what where your balance hangs

mine is on the turntable

My mind is sacred

it’s not for sale for any price

Poison is dangerous. I saw the warning five hundred years ago it said

Don’t drink. Life is precious for everyone. Every one. Remember who you are

Remember what it is you cling to in this world is what and who you’re gonna be so:

I look for art in the raindrop on that flower next to the path

I see dancers in the roots of trees reaching out of limestone cliffs

I saw that sunset and it saw me

Now I’m singing and it goes like this (leave your hate in that old barrel

and you can come inside. I already forgive you for your lies)

Give a little bit

Give a little bit of your love to me

(Listen: Roger Hodgson 12 string shines here)

We’re still alive in the amazing light of our own stable making

Stay alert damn it. You and me, we’re worth saving.

we’re worth saving.

 

Silent Ghosts of Abundance

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I was huff running on a treadmill in the utilitarian grey zone

one of many in a row monitoring heart rates and breathing hard

listening to Hayden or Taj Mahal or maybe The Tragically Hip

who can remember when the setting is permanently on shuffle?

 

I was repeating a mantra something about the importance of anti-heroism

visualizing myself not a speed sprinter for speed is not in vocabulary here

but an enduring ego long distance never surrender steady on medium paced trotter

Light-footed I do not like the sound of a heavy stomp landing

 

I was watching through myopic eyes the silent stealth of the fit and semi fit and average

listening for the underbeat of a motivating cue and aware of free flowing thoughts

You you you holographs suspended in the ether I know you or knew you

Dormant for one hundred years but alive and well dancing in your effect

 

I cannot run forever going nowhere while staring straight ahead into the blur

Nor can I thank you now from this distance and with my voice grown so weak

Unless I believe you present for this fragment next to me after and through time

Yes maybe that’s all there is or what must do, good after gratitude is still gratitude

 

Where are you where am I scrolling light years between faces and half dreams

I welcome your resurfacing to remind me of all the memories hovering beyond reach

randomly appearing unbidden as I forget about trying to remember your names

You whose temporary life collisions held the keys unlocking doors of obstruction

gifted generously so I might pass this far intact. Cumulative and barely panting.

Limning

  
Who or what do you cling to

after bottom’s fractured and you weightless

somewhere sinking

you’re in too deep

drowning drowning going down

do you flail take on dank waters in staccato swallows

have you made ready key and timbre of

your Desperation Shout

And who in this wilderness will hear?

What foolish imp inside convinced you

land stumbler you could swim against

this ten thousand years determined and sinister tide

Did you read it somewhere?

Who was the sage who counselled

never skip introductions or footnotes

never accept half promises or a one way ride

never look behind

you know what’s buried there

raise a hand

give yes open flutter up receive

Water bearer water sign no warranty

dreamy titles won’t help you here:

you select flounder swim

speak or drown.