HANDMADE


Come stripped

Enter nude

Without nuance

Pretense of support

*  * *

Beyond honest

What’s most superlative?

* * *

The tabletop has circles brushed

into its whatever-it-is

surface

to feel

handmade

* * *

Virtue is tugged

by its opposite

to see what dolor

has been painted.

* * *

Dull and moist

city streets-

what does urbane

mean?

How is it used

today

not as in Verlaine’s

day

 

Not Victorian

but currently

in the post-contemporary

sense

 

After the passing

of the Avant and Van-

guard?

 

Where maybe

question marks

shouldn’t be used

or capitalized

(meaning turned

on its head

for preguntas)

Survives Long


Buried in the plans

Soft targets

On pages detached

-marginalia-

Seen only when looked for –

*

For your information and more

As a person

As it were

-was-

Of a curious nature

Decolonized from the burial grounds

Where beds are made to lie in

To remove transparency from view

As a bit of consolation.

Every mistake is added to the resume

-never mind

Never really knew what anyone was talking about anyway.

Nodding just came naturally.

Chorus got lost in unison during the sermon.

Couldn’t find the good word

Searched in the lows, highs of preacher’s swoon and swell

Became deaf just in time for the next hymn.

Found a discovery written into the quiet

Found an absence worth exploration

A loss  filled with inventory.

No fun ever survives long.

Just


Jim been waiting awhile now

by another river

for something unknown – free and finally

removed from Finn

knowing full well most none could never

really enjoy his side

could understand those days, that time,

those folks,

a sense of something

don’t nobody quite get.

Tonto never liked a river as much

as a plain or a prairie

but thirst changes a mind fast.

Tonto never liked knowing what that world

thought of him

nor even what the Ranger did

and those stories about folks like Joe was the kind

that gave him a bad name.

Jim and Tonto – two of a different kind

sit on the bank

in a heaven that they

supposed was to be reserved for

masters, colonizers and their kin.

but there’s no Mississippi and no Arizona

no Great Lakes, no states or territories here.

Here Tonto is called by his Spanish name – Toro.

Skin in the sun. Water on their feet. Resting.

Exchanging tales fit for Coyote and Brer Rabbit.

Telling tales that couldn’t fit in books and radios.

Owning the last laugh. Keeping it.

Putting down a claim and a stake. Settling on this.

Making the joke a new nation.

A place without promises just good fishing,

good hunting, good land,

just and good

No Team In I


Prepare for trouble.

under exacting forms / contracts

of heresy

where spirits

confide in faintest hearts

tightening, silencing, confounding.

pro-paranoia

in a pickle,

jarred.

*

Make that double.

no more partial revolutions.

death to phenomenon

of

‘that’s what people do’

recognizable                            reputation

changes with

the season.

as the shadow of death adjusts with the sun.

oh hero

how lonely the valley is alone

but unbeatable if together,

indivisible,

on display

united. never fronting.

on the real

upwards

from the plague that raised some

distant from gold

on streets broken – at fault –

falsified.

relying on the testimony

of asphalt for freedom

from catching a case

which is more deadly than

the feelings which caught

will pass

as diseases do

with time

or death.

*

To protect the world from devastation!

cold war left sweat stains on the ghetto,

thawed out in sands and mountains

halfway around the globe.

what is there for defense

besides a sigh and hashtag?

how pure does a policy want to be

before it dies

on the grandstand?

– a parasite feasting

on dreams

always on the mind,

holding

thoughts

at determined

length.

*

To unite all peoples within our nation.

never forgetting solidity

of Pangaea

past solidarity –

so old it’s

no longer familiar

other than as

blood memories

among

siblings scattered

scrambling for milk.

*

To denounce the evils of truth and love.

game is fixed. rigged. house made

its own set of rules

subject to change

as subjects change.

don’t count on karma,

beg for blessings.

*

To extend our reach to the stars above.

where only serenity is complete

in emptiness, cold,

no gravity

of any sort

to drag

a situation

to extremes.

high as meaningless as low –

coming down

impossible

but the rush didn’t do much

for getting away

anyway

where wishes vaporize

into gas and light

set planets ablaze in life

starting the cycle that

the hopes of these hands

refuse.

*

Blast off at the speed of light.

drink past closing time. past full.

take glory in the slowness of the night

while fantasies fix their engines

set course,

set sights,

load guns –

Surrender now

lose compromise

Or prepare

cast negotiations aside

To fight!

may fortune favor the ridiculous.

That’s right.

and add chorus to the cheers of the home team

– ROCKET

From Not So Fast


Not So Fast

But there is a chasm
filled with scripts
or screenplays.
Somewhere there’s a rusty
RCA Victor mike
And a Yamaha amp
with peculiar buzz
of mosquito secrets
And no one has been able
to fill the ad.
Openings and closings delayed
with the same repartee of one of these
shows.
* * *
Can’t both stare in the mirror
in the same moment.
Two wholly wholes
halfway blended
Connected – a point just beyond
the brain.
Craniums fused into one –
crammed
with lyrics
of cowboy songs.
A multi-appended chimera
facing two ways
into compromise
And when one goes
I’ll have to carry
that load
too.
String arrangements.

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