humour me
it's surely not insurmountable
humour me
I concur it's not easy as
glossy magazines on coffee tables
it's what I really want for christmas
it's what I really want for my wish
when stars shoot, for my penny in a well,
when a hay truck passes--don't look back! aw hell
I guess it's a day way serious
it's a night more so

one tired sea chantey, sung low

"There comes a wave in the sea of men
when you can't swim back again"
-From "He the Richmond", Jack Bruce


ONE TIRED SEA CHANTEY, SUNG LOW

As sure as our hull
Cuts ice ahead like diamonds,
Halcyon Days are just off..
Nigh, yet I tell in a calm,now,
Back, my port's special one
Burns no candle, windows black.

Despite the raw night
(I fear more a year)
Came hard and dispersed me onto gelid fates,
It stays back shore,
But burns deckside.

Endlessnesses here
Force me to take times and places,
passed, and otherwise,
(The special one),
And declare the difficulty of it all.

an Easter episode

I say I'm a spiritual man; relatively reverent, periodically pious probably.
It was a Good Friday & I'm moved to call my sister whom I've neglected calling lately. Her machine invites me to leave a message so I do. And I go on long enough to realize two things;
1)that her machine is set on "All Ears" and refuses to click me offline until I stop
2)I notice that I'm saying a whole lotta not much and that my spiel needed punching up.
W/ a joke, of course. All that came to mind was a strong joke, one I heard fresh last night from Rodney.
I say something like "On a cruise ship (of fools), there, on deck stands a rabbi,a Baptist preacher, & a priest. Their unorthodox Agreeable Calm collapses suddenly when a truly serious matter arises; An Emergency! There's a fire! and all hell breaks loose; tables & chairs are spilling over, screams are filling the air. Chaos! Bedlam! Pandemonium!
The "ever-wise" Rabbi strongly bellows, "For all that is good..Save The Children!"
With his usual focused fervor, the baptist preacher adds "Fuck the children,I'm lawng gawn"
And the priest, "Do you think there's time?"

I take a beat. Maybe because it is Christianity's most solemn time of the year, and I maybe mumble something like..sorry for the vulgar,irreverent.tasteless..um..remarks here in...& trail off

The next time I talk to my sister, she tells me that upon returning from shopping she says to Mom (a saint) "Oh look, a message from Gary" and hits the button.

Due

I fear I forget that the frail,
nearly unable,but
when a whisper of will...
when they muster an incalcuable
measure of reach
to straighten, and lean up
for what's due
That's alot to wait for











The freshest thing in the clearing,
by the pond's sunk boat,
near a nest, There's this ringing
drop, possibly just now dotted
one leaf, left just new
by the dew.
that's what I wait for.

It’s like day & night

There's a place where palaces
are warm enough for night
and liable comfortable
Sure shade all the daylight.

There's a face we would wear one night.
Make our mates
Reach
to recognize
the new guy's
eyes
once it's light,

Around, there's birdsong, seep'd the walls,
Profound in, pulsing palace darks.

Daybird sings, and replaces things.
Beats simmer back, Solace embarks.