Put Upon Another

Thursday lunch

Crayfish & Rocket

Watching the guy who cleans up clean up

I sit with my own frustrations

But soon I begin wondering

What are his rack-able doubts

Does he talk to himself about a past love

Is the swift sidestep

A sign of more flamboyant times

He reminds me of my own poem

The Fedora from Buena Vista

Already I hear the samba & the rhumba

Maybe he was once a galactico

On the sands of Rio de Janeiro

His sensual slipstream movements

Reminiscent...

A feel of the breeze

With the sun on your back

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Crumpled

Dew

And mist dampened leaves

Seen as singular objects of art

A vulnerable disappointed collection

Fearful of the scathing dry winds

Spring 

She promised more

A journey to a collective of joy

Life affirming bows and flexes

Eventful, as all new births are

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Eight O’Clock Rock

Sat on Herons Reach

Before I ever used the word twilight

A place away from my own place

With the sounds, with the rhythms

Of other peoples melancholy

Just to get me in the mood

Before I unroll a paper canvas

Before I open a pack of pastels

Before I retune the car stereo

& think about the lines of love

Later, around midnight; late night radio

My words moved from thought to thought

Heavens above this could be heaven, for

All of the time we have before departure

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Timetabled

Geometric shapes

Forged

Language

Pummelled & beaten

Silences

Whispered over the heads of corn

Take me there again

To where the light of time is lifted

Away from the lonely

Where what is maybe mine is gifted

Local

Somehow global

Revolving doors

Revolve

Noises

Shout across the crowded room

Let me escape

For certain as a polygon would

Eventually as only

A once regular theorem could

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Ears And Explorations

On the one line

A long path

Break it up

Break it up

Break it up

A longer story

Of shorter lines

No thoughts thought

Of dissimilar paths

Those ringing sounds of closing down

Traffic moves along the tidal causeway

Winds and rooks and once good looks

Those ringing sounds of closing down

On the one line

A long path

Break it up

Break it up

Break it up

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