a nasty friend of mine
I love is always doing
things she likes to
titillate herself and
me I take it all
mischievously
but aren't they all random?
Sunday, December 31, 2023
feedback loupe
refrain or refrain
refrain can be either
to plunge in again, going back
seconds, thirds, fading out
to the end, or
to hold back, back off
and never plunge in.
The second one any
one can do. The first
to begin with, it takes
at least two
or we'll find that we haven't
refrained
at all.
Oh, well then. Sing or skip!
It was our tune to call,
and sometimes once
or never
is best. If unsure,
we can stall!
Or come back
again, to spring time,
and consider
come fall
take a whack
What is obvious to you
- to another, may not even
be evidently true
Nevertheless, why not take
a whack
at the hole
where the mole
is presumably at
just in case
the staccato rat
-a-tat-tat of your words'
bouncing rubber-thump
tongue hammer-strokes
may coax out
a matter of fact?
Which - in hindsight -
proves mutually,
obviously,
unspeakably
gross
and
pat
consensus consent
consensus between two
is absolute:
one can't
sacrifice self
unless one wants to,
and one really should not
as a golden rule: unless
the other's
self-sacrifice
is really
what we want to do.
If we really don't want
them to break, shaft,
go
against self
on our own behalf,
then: no.
Then we shouldn't assume
that they want us to.
And we'd each do as please,
and find
thank you
vice unlike vise
We all know vice
grips right and hard,
tightening in
inescapably
and catches some part
of us we can't lose
more than any machine
you could work or choose
with no lever to turn
reversing its course
for the pressure release
that sets you free
from constraining force
vice like grip part two
it was not a decision
just a response. But just,
cast in terms of
what everyone knows
it wants
vice like grip
human viciousness,
greedy and petty
and blind, quick
to erupt from the breach
any crack
in the thick callous
skin-deep surface
of our human kind
- which we try so hard
to put forth and share,
so long as the other
will meet us there
if they don't give as good
as they get, we deserve
what we gave, what we want,
the dynamic turns master
to slave
and of course, we revolt
in a rush of red gushing
vision. Release the beast:
cold, brutal and hot,
serve without leash
it was not a decision
the spark in the stone
The spark in the stone
is released in a crack
but you can't tell where
as you thwack and thwack
upon unyielding surface
you know there's a bit
of unlit flame
in this inert rock
waiting perfect hit
lucky again
I got lucky with you
we were luck, pure luck
not all of it good,
but I'll count it all up
and say holy fuck
let's get lucky again
any time, anywhen
once some lines are crossed
there's no way it can end
just take a break, pause
for a breather, regather
our resources inner
to plunge in again
like two brand new
beginners
Got lucky with you
We were luck, pure luck
Not all of it good,
but I'll count it all up
and say holy fuck
Saturday, December 30, 2023
suspect concurrence
I'm always suspicious
of losing my mind
when everything fits in a system fine
but talking it out
with a friend so dear
makes it all come plain
makes it all so clear
we're both insane
it all fits it all works
I'm always suspicious of losing my mind
when everything fits in a system fine
but talking it out
with a friend so dear
makes it all come plain
makes it all so clear
we're both insane
Thursday, December 28, 2023
spell
It's just a cloud across the sun
my vision isn't darkening
my legs aren't suddenly undone
I won't collapse
or anything
Saturday, December 23, 2023
"No Reason Not To"
I don't know why
I even try
to explain
It's more myself
I need to tell
make it plain
If you know me
(I think you do)
then it's clear
You'd know me more
if I explain
this right here
There's no reason not to
Unless I forgot to
I don't know what
I really mean
that's a lie
I just don't know
what words to fit
how and why
I'm purest what
and plainest who
which you know
I can't explain
but that's my style
So let's go
There's no reason not to
There's no reason not to
Unless I forgot to
There's no reason not to
Tuesday, December 19, 2023
the quest
I'm frequently beaten by life,
but since
so far
I've not been beaten by death
I will rise again
and resume the quest
to find out what's more
what's here
what's left
Saturday, December 16, 2023
she shared a song
The drum plays catch
with spare guitar
as her voice whispers
circle, star
and binding arc
so slippery
the whole thing slid
to almost free
the telling
Your empty voice was full of lies
I told by tone and pause
I told you you don't have to try
which was a lie, of course
I knew just what you wanted, once
You still must want something
And so you weave your one-strand web
to leave me dangling
I have to hold my breath
to keep it steady, everything
depending on the finest lines
your empty voice can sing
You had to make it beautiful
It's effortless, for you
Pure habit and routine, and I
expect no less, and
nothing true
And so I don't know what I get,
once you've delivered yours.
So I dive in as if all true,
and see what it supports.
And if between us, we bear up
and hold another day -
I guess you gave as good as true,
and nothing left to say.
Thursday, December 14, 2023
accidental mouth
Sliced my tongue on a lollipop
Now the flavor that's filling my mouth won't stop
It's cherry lime blood,
and I swallow it down
When the candy's all gone
all I do is frown
I want another one
I want another one
but I only have grape
and raspberry blue
I want another one
Same as before
I don't want an experiment
I want more
Wednesday, December 13, 2023
fates absence makes
Absence makes materials
of its own, of substances
unknown in your presence.
Of patterns whose key
design feature is lack.
As enough of these stack
and interlock, what's gone
seems unavoidable, and
the arrangement simply
sits
waiting
for you,
fate's accomplice,
to show up and reveal
what all of this
without-you
was always
gong to be
for
.
up ante
One time we
(you and I: to be
clear) wasted whole
afternoons playing video
games. We did it with casual
zeal and elan, not a jot
of regrets, no guilt,
no shame.
It was head-to-head
fights, with big bets staked
You kept letting me win,
'cause you liked the take
and I knew it was rigged,
but I'd claim just the same
with a cock-of-walk strut
to my big brag frame
dreams explain
Sometimes I walk out
the back of my life
into a dream
where you
are my wife.
But you
are not there.
You're on a trip!
I hope that you bring
something back,
right quick
Tuesday, December 12, 2023
contact
her eye contact
unlocks the soul
so deep inside and
slippery, so
I wriggle in
and lean a bit
next thing we know
we miss
and hit
and slip
and catch
and
find and keep
this perfect
fit
social tactical array
It reminds me of
this time I got out
of going to a party. I just
didn't show up
but I had a
wild excuse,
in case anybody asked.
Nobody ever asked,
so the excuse is
still good!
Monday, December 11, 2023
Poe's lesser works: a meditation
So as I lay laid out, sick of
and reading another from Poe's
Tales of the Boring and Preposterous,
I find myself not much
wondering why
no one ever quotes
or makes reference
or allusion to this
much-bruited writer's
many satirical sketches
directed at the mediocrities
and foibles of newspaper
and magazine publishing
of his day? Perhaps, as
they say, the master satirist
runs afoul by a portraiture
too true. Easy mistake
to make, one suspects! Most
of this dreck was written to pay
booze bills and keep roof overhead,
no doubt. I say: when you go with Poe,
stick to the big, heavy-hitting,
famous and eerie dreary business
wherein he scored so many hits,
always or usually in the literary
guise of some weird maniac
with a family history of nervous
complaints from the neighbors.
The kind of guy even the local
birds stop by to croak their cease
and desist advice to. That's the Poe
who holds up to any amount of
posthumous interest and scrutiny:
a real
character
comparison of literary types
A literary character
is one time-lapse arc
taken in sequence
and chosen frames
from the first sunup glimmer
where they arise, to add their
specific shade and hue, glitter
and angle to the thickening plot,
up all through the coloring
clouds, an obstacle course
they fly over and past, to
(finally) wherever they
set: and there it is. That
whole arc
is the character.
We don't see
it all, just chosen shots,
but we see enough.
The character
of the author,
by comparison
is all of that plus
everything that lands
or was put deliberately
out-of-frame
the nude waitress
I had a dream we were on
a date, and you threw your
water right in my face! I didn't
do anything! We were talking about
boundaries, and you had your hand
down the front of my pants playing
with my pubic hair. I agreed. Then
you said I mustn't pay attention to
the waitress, or you would
become jealous. But I hadn't!
In your defense, this was the place
with the nude waitress. We didn't have
the nude waitress - we had another one -
but I knew which waitress you meant.
The nude one. It's funny how things make
sense in a dream when you get a big glass
of ice water in the face. Anyway, we just kept
talking! Great time from then on in
Thursday, December 07, 2023
looking twice
Sunlight clothes the world
in hue as shade gives
roundness to the forms.
Even if we never do,
let's share this view
to keep us warm