Murmurations
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Visitations
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Peek a boo
I see you Hiding too Under shiny armor. What a charmer When you were younger. Now I hunger For more substantial, yet served Inconsequential People posers, Coupon grocers, Who don’t write their novel, Just sit and grovel to the muse, Who gives them soft recuse, Which keeps them seated, Dull and defeated, So they don’t try Or wonder why, But whimper clicking Temple ticking. Even Steven still thinks He’s got a shot At an inspired, series plot, Yet only reads and devours Another’s flower of imagination Without integration of thought. He thinks a lot On all else that matters not. Mindless chatter As the neighbor Of action. An Associate attraction. Not the lover, Because his mental mother Keeps barging in with "Time for din din." Even kith and kin intentions, Are just weak inventions Called clever by your crowd. Easy targets that make them proud. But lo, please block them out And keep your dancing devil doubt behind the door. No simple chore, but try You’ll find out why. Once juices flow and Progress starts to show. All for what you'll know. Ok, time to go. 9/22/20 Ergo solution.
Troubles lilliputian. They’re ringing at the gate. Let’s attempt to make them wait While we dress. Less awkwardness In gown or robe For Book of Job. A ring on the lobe With refined intent And elegant panache. The speakers Bosch, System Marantz, Not made in France But still has ‘tude. Please don’t be rude. We’ll come to an accord Tween Chevy and Ford. But meanwhile, Let’s discuss with style And graceful humor Those nasty rumors That smoosh about this town, Flit up and filter down Across walls of soft ecru. Those gangly shadows flew Through the window, out of the blue, Breathless and perspiring. Our house lights need rewiring And flicker in aghastment, As distance lends enchantment. Drop a line from your encampment. 9/26/20 Think quick.
Make it stick. Not that old trick, But something slick, Like bait and switch. Ding dong ditch. Now you see it, Now you don’t. Holy smokes, You got me Where you want me. So why change the channel? Cozy days in flannel sheets, Now out on the streets And gasping why. Spy with my little eye The truth hangs loose Like a bloody tooth. So say your sooth, Then shut your mouth. I took a chance. I learned to dance. I had my day. It’s pay to play. Balls don’t last forever. Twinkling your light. Waltzing through pleasure For just one night In shining armour Was just a farmer, With cows to milk And pigs to slop. His sword, a prop. The carriage became a tractor, of missed marriage. Its' lord an actor. Who felt like dancing And silk tight prancing For the sake of a crowd. So now don’t frown. You just fit the gown And hopeful garter. As times get harder Learn not to linger Or point your finger. Though still be sad That you were had In a coup by a Cad. 9/24/20 Think quick.
Make it stick. We don’t have all day. I can hear you say. We’ve turned a corner. That famous border That once was fear, Now seems clear. Ride the rail Into town. Regale Our groove. Shake it down. Upturn that frown I’ll take the wheel, While we rock and reel To the rumble. Our dreams so humble, Yet dashing. While some were trashing The call and purpose, They chose the circus To stand in line for pleasure. Quarter cup and fifth of never. But we’ll take it now. Their customs disavow And follow a route So hollow, while We admire the view And swallow the thrills And fever chills Of impending challenge. A wayward balance To be refined. Diamond mined To reach the precious nugget. Shine and buff its’ Bright veneer, Crystal clear, Sparkly truth. Beyond our youth 9/23/20 The dudes gaze out from fraternity row.
Call each other Bro. Bump fists in courtship Of common valor. Their mutual bond, The Pacific’s wand, Roiling her spells Towards shore for more. They’ve done this all before. Now the lingo of Half baked knowledge, Theorized in college, Gets put to use. Not so abstruse That Billy can’t tell What the hell About tides and currents. White capped foments to overcome In the name of pleasure. This glassy treasure To abide and glide Across the surface of the swelling tide. A tubular purpose To follow fearsome thrills And headover spills. The potions of the The falling, flailing ocean Bewitch the brethren Along the coast. Buds to boast Make a salty toast To rolling motion Of prayer in epic devotion. 9/23/20 Off and away.
Let these good times stay. Coughing up this city. Choking in my throat. Homeward is home. From there else I roam. Sure hope it’s where I left it On the shelf inside my mind. Pressed and sealed. The memories may reveal. Make some more today, While tomorrow’s still away. That room has moved on And took my baby’s shadow. While I slept through dawn, The day called like a sparrow. Hey kid, Slip your emerald finger Into night. Sleep tight. Hey kid, Sleep tight, While darkening grey Turns into shiny white. Home is in your head. The past has gone to bed. Sure hope it's where you left it And not an empty box instead. 6/19 Twilight Zone Series (Zone S1 E5) Quarter past four
We’ll reach the ocean's door. Summits rise and fall. Jagged cliffs do call. We thread this rusty needle, Lick frayed ends And see saw Up and down The edge of our little town. Gears groan and whir. The welded burn of metal Smells of why won’t settle On going back. Our glossy voices crack With travel wheels On gravel heels. Foamy blue horizon, Open veins reveal. Hung our hopes to prize on Riding how this feels. 9/23/20 The needle’s in the red.
Our love has gone to bed. What was and wasn’t said, Encased in laden lead. Each time that I reach out, Brings heavy small amount. Viscous dribbling towards the drain. I melt the wax, but given wane. I miss those early eager days Without fog and stinging haze. I guess that’s how it goes, When reeling in the clothes. These words, a peeling scab Of memories, all we have. We need a soothing salve. From you, a dribbly dab. To go this way unkept? Or cut the tumor from the flesh? Stepping lighter, this I know, The heavy heart cannot let go. 7/14/24 Hocus pocus
Minstrel flame. You play this game With sharp reserve and iron nerve. Whence came the players. Though once naysayers, Have found the challenge Too tough to manage. So bring it on Ye woebegone. The kestrel swoops And alley oops Round silver bend Where wheat field lies. All whens and whys Won’t change the past. Don’t bother ask, Just turn the page. Carve a path With all ye hath traversed From yonder lands And seeds disbursed. 9/21/20 Here we are
Inside this car. En route to nowhere, Or maybe Mayfair. Wildly wishing We'd gone fishing. Instead, a promise To a Doubting Thomas. Bitchy, itchy, apostolic, Our devotions seem to waffle Or waver in the iron. Remind me now who's buying. Emotional loot and muscle. A twist on the usual hustle. Years of crisscrossing. Christmas tinsel tossing And taking names of angels, Who care to dine with strangers. Affected wine with labels, And conversation strained. That brings me to the rain That taps upon this hood. The kind you wish was good, Not tedious and pedantic. No way is this romantic, Reflecting in the light. They say don't fly a kite When a storm is brewing. Instead our juices stewing. We're dampening our fuses. Prolong the big explosion. Long sleeves over our bruises. We're disillusioned liars. Always setting fires, Put out by simple gestures That fizzle as they fester. I picture loons in estuaries, Waterlogged apothecaries, Mixing tinctures from beyond The shallow confines of their pond. I’ve sat here a bit too long. Reel in these thoughts that wander. I hope I can be strong As we are cast asunder. 9/20/20 Up and away.
Most friends don’t stay. To other seasons And various reasons, We all move on. There’s nothing wrong, Though leaves a stain. Blot it out with Gain. Not even rain lets go. I don’t know. Who’s to say? Just go your way And they’ll go theirs. It hurts to care. So clear the air And see you’re soaring, Reborn and roaring, resilient. See how brilliant? Just for an instant. Then it’s gone. Carry on. Enjoy your travels. Time unravels. Moments pass. Roll on the grass. Get off your ass. Bonds that were, Only once occur. A mark on your ruler. Laughs to treasure. When days grow cooler, This life you’ll measure. 10/25/20 Aqua Velva
Sweet peach melba Butter biscuit Salty Triscuit Spray’n’Wash OshKoshB’Gosh Tough on stains Summer rains Tiny islands Crusty pie tins Voltage meter Propane heater Shiny emblem Waffles Belgium Push and pull Feeling full Easy Off Turn and cough Pray for Betsy Lost on Etsy Microfiber Mini driver Mario Andretti Whoa, Black Betty White wine spritzer Duane’s bar mitzvah Two for one On the run Come si come sa Al di la Time is money Forget it, honey Won’t regret it Yeah, you said it. (automatics) 10/19/20 |
