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He Forgot Again: (Sunday, November 11, 1962)

If i could dance around the light like a bug -
I would see all that I was through the sparkling beauty of wings.
The fluttering movements wandering around like a blind bird

Patience

i’m waiting for the president to ditch
his suit and tie and give his speech
in his underwear, looking down
at his crotch instead of teleprompters

i’m waiting for star’d generals to
dismiss their soldiers and abandon
the armies …{read more}

YOU’LL SEE THE SIGN PAST THE RED MAILBOX.

Time rusts away at anticipation and so few things stay the same when red dust covers your boots and you don’t know the face at the milkbar or the hands at the …{read more}

breathing

calm mind,
smooth tranquility
glass surface quiet pond
dare I disturb it with a stone?
gentle thoughts ripple
flow outward inward

leap frog kamikaze

francis, the suicidal toad,
had had enough.
he’d timed it out
planned it perfectly.
he …{read more}

(Spill-O’s Cold Afternoon)

Unshaven in his apartment.
Babbling about the infinite
because his woman left him.

Downstairs from the stars,
Spill-O opened the window,
and the voices poured in, saying

“It’s not the feelings.
A feeling could last forever.
It’s …{read more}

30 Years Between Letters

Words from an old flame
Sunrise the past

The time of immortality
When the future

Was not reduced
But expansive as ocean

At sunset
Where you embraced

In a green flash
You would never see again …{read more}

scenes

1   this poem is a movie

man walking Dale Street in Liverpool
three girls pass and turn their heads like they recognise him
walk away giggling   looking back   one with hand over mouth laughing (close up)
see man walking  ...{read more}

Ode to Trailer Trash

Trailer trash:
who didn’t understand
the endearment,
the mock insult
Trailer trash:
who walks
with no shoes
through glass
and beer
and blood
never cutting
her feet
perfect feet
dark
dark, pale
but darkened
by the …{read more}