~baby boomer hell~
~coming of age upside out~
~downside in~
~where the hell did my kids go~

~when I’m trying to figure out where I put my framitz~
~find some other damned thing~
~forget what I was looking for in the first place~
~wondered if I’d ever see an alien~
~look in the mirror~

~there ya have it~

~blind dawg~

~what a trip-hammer slap~
~knock ya on your ass wallop~
~memories provide~
~instantaneous reactions~
~totally wayward spontaneous~
~appearing from nowhere back there~
~to steal your sleep~
~devour moments~
~of the now whatever~
~feeble & nearsighted~
~walking into walls~
~backing up~
~walking into them again~
~wondering~
~if the now incident~
~will invade later~
~as some fragile flickering remembrance~
~out of bounds~
~pissing on the bedroom floor~
~falling up the stairs~

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~passive shades~

~sun filter~
~a rip in the umbrella~
~stroke of noon~
~dog panting~
~water dripping~
~saliva from its tongue~
~if I adjust the umbrella~
~I’ll have to do it all afternoon~
~the sun will move past the tear~
~if I leave it alone~
~the truth of my ponderings~
~answers seldom as clear as that~
~two days after the big moon~
~the dog is asleep~
~the rip moving past me~
~like a night~
~like a day~
~like a life~

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~fugue~

04/25/2012

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~fugue~
  

~thinking about my music~
~unsure whether it was the~
~crowning glory of my youth~
~or the toilet it was swallowed by~

~there are warts on their skin now~
~dragon nail breath~
~those fresh songs far away~
~momma used to come dance to my voice~
~first she stopped dancing~
~then she ceased to live~
~or was it the other way around~
    

~those little girls~
~my daughters~
~who used to sing all my songs~
~have children of their own~
~husbands & careers~
~my boyz make their own music~

~stoned damned markers in our lives~
~deaths of parents~
~assassinated politicians~
 ~elections & hurricanes~
~life experiences that bind us~
~a sense of purpose & expectations~
~of ourselves & others~
~canned laughter from the tv room~
~makes about as much sense~

~other than duplicity~
~there is no actuality~
~audiences expect to hear & see~
~experience a secondhand reality~
~what they are programmed to be~
~comfortable with~
~hot & ready to do that thing~
~everybody’s talkin’ about~
~whatever the hell it is~
~the room was empty~
~when the pretenders left~
~nearly as empty as before~

~beggars~
~are the only liars~
~who earn their keep~

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~the sink drip drips~
~the clock tick tocks~
~sounds deeper than blood~
~engrained like the smell~
~of papa’s cigarettes & momma’s fear~
~he began regretting the future~
~quicker than forgetting the past~
~remembering fellow long riders &~


~comacho charley’s woman~
~loretta~
~sexy damn mean~

~all that needs be~


~this storm~
~this life~
~he thinks~
~he lies~
~reading tolstoy~
~jabbering jibberish~
~on his back~
~standing up~
~with buddy kat~


~I like this cat too much~
~he thinks~
~would have forgiven mother~
~her damned pets~
~if he’d known then~
~what he knows now~


~yes & his son~
~might have been nikolai~
~what a great sound~
~that name~
~no room for that~
~in the bottom of his youth~


~junior~
~he suffers embarrassment~
~disappointment & shame~
~at the vanity of his used to be~
~a terrible longing~
~deeper than eyeless fish~
~crystal ball blind~
~to have it all back~
~lose none of his knowing~


~as if he finally masters sleep~
~it will be good~
~& all there is~
~all that needs be~


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~war bling~

~chicken in the mirror~
~head pecked clean~
~that bloody face~
~won’t go away~


~we have landed~
~where~
~it all began~
~there~


~it is not violence~
~in & of itself~
~that so terrifies us~
~but the threat~
~of impending violence~
~the unknown~
~how we will react~


~that spider thing~
~one brain~
~eight legs~
~eight eyes~
~night horses~


~seems that never~
~the saying of it~
~is a guarantee~
~of its occurrence~


~nearly enough~
~to make a poor boy sing~

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Picture
~Kathy & me~
~as a man working the soil~
~so I appreciate my daughters & sons~
~imagine a friend for life~
~that is a long time~
~& so the five of them are~
~imagine the harvest perpetuating itself~
~so it has~
~further gifted with a partner to share the love~
~complete the circle~
~family~
 ~so it is done~
~a joy to keep – a~

~treasure~

~I used to get aggravated on holidays~
~trying to choose the right gift~
~something special for loved ones~
~telling them not to worry about me~
~my agitation was sorely exasperated~
~if I happened to be broke at the time~
~never seemed to have enough money or credit~
~to cut loose & buy whatever I chose~
~I confess I was as excited as everyone else~
~{except the children}~
~wondering what was in that package with my name on it~


~my folks have long been gone~
~{is there anyone left who refers to their parents as folks}~
~siblings blown away/scattered by the winds of life~
~as if they exist in another realm of time & space~
~as do I in my tower of word~
~I have lived long enough now~
~experienced the big ol’ world~
~seen folks alone~
~all the way alone~
~yeah, those folks & others~
~in alleys & penthouses~
~islands adrift in wandering crowds~

~I ain’t easy to know & I know it ain’t easy~
~through all the struggles of this life~
~there has always been someone who cared for me~
~there to pick me up & know~
~when to turn away & let me go~
~my mother first & children~
~before & when she passed away~
~we held one another always~
~starving & laughing~
~feasting & weeping~
~round the family camp our fire~

~grandchildren~
~when they place a gift in my hand~
~are likely to see a tear~
~a smile visiting my lips~
~what greater gift is this love~
~I have always held~
~& a tear for those who don’t~

~a weighty pride to bear alone~
~that hunger to reminisce & share~
~the good love for the little ones~
~& their folks who were my little ones~
~I slept with a ghost who knew these parts of me~
~she listened & never complained that I kept her awake~
~she seldom slept & neither did I~
~I treasured her existence & promised myself~
~to always be loyal & true to her~
~that one day she would answer~
~hold my hand & kiss my face~
~be folks with me & one day it was so~

~this is for Kathy~
~my treasure, my wife~
~the unexpected joy~
~she has brought to my life~

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~soon after the turn of the century~
~Quodlibet won the Marija Cerjak award~
~for avant-garde/experimental writing~

~Quodlibet~
~The Hundred Bites~
~X~


~one of those moments~
~specific & undeniable~
~fearsomely wonderful~
~ageless wisdom attained~
~unexpected & unprepared~
~definite experiential knowledge~
~the first time you peer~
~into the awesome depths~
~of her eyes~

~X.  Daughters & Daddies~

~power of father~
~measure of daughters laughing~
~defined by origin~
~love predicated upon misunderstanding~
~gender dynamic~
~a minor miracle~
~& a proof of bond is made~
~until she marries~
~&/or is out on her own~
~she will take him care~
~he may wonder at such creatures~
~so apart yet such a part of him~
~sings to be loved by woman~
~these daughters~
~hand on one hand~
~take me with you~
~he follows~
~luxuriates in the myth of daddy~
~dissolves a bit~
~she becomes a lady~


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~soon after the turn of the century~
~Quodlibet won the Maria Cerjak award~
~for avant-garde/experimental writing~



~Quodlibet~
~The Hundred Bites~
~IX~

~the tiny old woman~
~wraps them in her housecoats~
~bunny slippers~
~dries their shaggy heads with a towel~
~you are old men now~
~in your fifties for god sake~
~you have no business~
~riding those damned machines~
~they sit on her couch shivering~
~smiling at each other~
~her two oldest sons~
~having ridden their Harleys~
~five hundred miles in the rain~
~to celebrate her birthday with her~
~she brings them hot coffee~
~loves them well~
~helps them roll their machines~
~into the dark warmth of her barn~
~the very next year~
~her bunny slippers are gone~
~& so is she~
~the brothers ride~
~their tears hide the rain~

~IX.  A Tender Wrapping~

~standing up for pennies~
~all hail at a dollar down~
~these blankets~
~ a hundred pound weight~
~strive to earn alive a shroud~
~a safe place to bury your worried face~
~o children learn to walk away~
~plant your seeds~
~your garden of youth~
~be tall & kind to yourselves~
~those older whom look away~
~may be kind & understanding~
~ever useful in the odd circumstance~
~such as surviving under siege~
~construction of birthing & burial blankets~


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~Quodlibet~
~The Hundred Bites~
~VIII~


~an old man~
~back against a tree~
~forgets his dreams in the shade~
~sidesteps into memories~
~sees clearly what was not~
~refuses to question what was~
~blushes when his thoughts turn to her~
~his leather paper-thin skin~
~red in the autumn~
~come winter his life~
~finally terribly alone~
~& none the worse for it~
~he recalls the twisted angles~
~primal howls~
~language of his birth~
~that it was she he learned to forget~
~his now & only found~


~VIII.  Kisses/Mystery Forever~

~I am not about to look at your photograph~
~you are not an image died yet~
~I sense a ringing of word~
~ingots piled high in our brain~
~a pendulum of centuries pealing~
~against our skulls until we are curiously aroused~
~there are those who consider mystery ~
~an only true for ever~
~certain knowledge of this implied~
~& tied to the tongues of dead heroes~
~thank you; I would kiss your flaws rather~
~make mud on the dirt of your skin~

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~Quodlibet~
~The Hundred Bites~
~V~

~dark in the motel light~
~vacancy~
~room for prisoners~
~saddle-sore cowboy truckdrivers~
~ravenous to mount~
~tickets to ride~
~amerikana momma~

~rodeo queen~
~hotrods to hell~
~doin’ it with her boots on~
~ridin’ on the mud flap~
~tearin’ up the bed~
~she was a love child~
~then she was old~
~nothin’ in between~

~V.  Blood Trail/Lust~

~two soon lovers born~
~torn from a sheet of night~
~wanderlust~
~a forest adrift~
~shadow~
~wisp of smoke~
~fire dreams ignite their passion~
~heated blood~
~illusion or not~
~when flesh is a flame to touch~
~desire becomes~
~the fuel of innocents~
~& sinners alike so once begun~
~hell is loose until fire~

~devours fire & death~
~is the lesser evil~
~wolves who are born to run~
~a leash of feral fang & eye~

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