Monday, October 27, 2008

standing in the shadow of love

"..Standing in the shadow of love
trying my best to get ready for the heartaches to come"
Four Tops



"here,hold my hand,take
and hold my hand"
and he told his weary talk.

the only one I can
say I was in love with,
when I told her my decision
she laughed dry derision
"love".

In St.Pete I felt a meltme smile pass me
in a storeway
& it took this long to never shake it off.
Detroit, I caught a kiss at a red light,
dead of night.
disabled in Deserts, I sought fathomous eyes
unable to ever walk off.
Rainforests, I knew I knew her.Near god did.
She nodded & couldn't agree in a more way.

Classic Romanticism, I think.
Was sent prose on Paris ink.
One turn, she insisted that I
"Burn this missive". she insisted.
One turn, business trips she wrote off
turned to pleasure resumed, in hotel rooms,
she slid her suit and bedcoat off.

Tho' with some it was just juices;
they'd come & go faithless,
less restless, faceless.

well, the 1st one is still
giving me the time of day.
& while this one here is still
living w/me a decade, day by day,
the last one will leave, always,
giving me all away.

But I thought up a love for most.
I'd trade in a clarity
I'd opt for opaque
I'd shift off all verity
and lift off
intrigue
but I got caught up in some love at some cost
at least.

-Wes Fulland Perdue
from " Lo Lothario!"

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

seemingly dumb but oddly apt

ON THE DIFFICULTY OF DRAWING ONESELF UP

One does not stack
It would be like
a mouse on the back
of a mouse
on a mouse's back.
Courses of mice
layers of shivers
and whiskers
A wobbling tower
mouse wide,
with nothing more
than a mouse inside

- Kay Ryan

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

"I believe I appear neutral, maybe even pleasant, though I've been coached to err on the side of neutrality and not attempt what would feel to me like a pleasant expression or smile."

from the 1st page of "Infinite Jest"
-David Foster Wallace

unexpected emergency repair lines

Since I last logged in to lay down my foggy lines
I've had bouts of misfortune; unexpected
dental repair emergencies, unexpected
house repair emergencies, unexpected
auto repair emergencies (I was honestly nearly killed
by the deadly carelessness of the dumbfuck mechanic
I resisted screaming at "that's the way they kill people on Columbo"
& a lesser man than me would not have
resisted punching his sunny face. I did nothing.


harsh as a car crash maybe (i did nothing)
Unexpectedly, I've lost enough love
that my film's color has faded.
blossums have blanched some.

Glass Half Full: The American Northwest
was everything it promised to be,again;
Bright,brisk, & alive..
all making the medley of NW seafoods
my brother superbly prepared
taste-filled.


" It's Hard times befallin the soul survivors"
" Where the hell am I..?"
both from "Hey Nineteen"
-Steeley Don Fagen

half fullish

ti d/m e ebbing
. half fullish