P L A Y

Gather around, all you clowns
Crouch down with me in the florida room
It's way before four
The moon wouldn't never
give us up, It's not yet up over
Us, It's way before four
We'll call her cell
When she starts into work in the dark
The thing will ring
before she points that key ring thing,
What a shock!
It's her 1st birthday call.
Raise Your Glasses!
We'll sing her praises
Work can go jump tonight
It's a day that this Play
Has costume changes galore
And more
What's more
There's more

IT AMAZES ME HOW I HEART THE HAZY ART

tried to maintain straightfacedness
“Photography..
Is taking paintings’ places
At our public art palaces.”
Said a sad man in line, up ahead,
.
“Imaginably..
Detail has its beauty..but the thing
Is..A twin image is less interesting.”
This made me mention McLuhan,
Not the man, but the manuscripts I read.
.
It amazes me how I heart the hazy art,
The work we co-create;
The “unfinished” poem we read our way
Then we’re on our way to one ending,
I know this exquisite piano piece
Close yr eyes, you visit new skies, and no ending,
The abstract film, the blurry print..
All a happy accident..that hits you.
.
Oh we went on and on,
This man in line and me,
“The Wisdom of Impressionism”
We agreed it would indeed
Go on and on and on.
It’s intentionally
Ill defined.
A painter puts on a mark
Three steps back
Have a looksee
Advance three steps
Add some more to see
Three steps back
P.O.V.
One two and one dip and dab
one two one three
Stand back and see

"We'll Make it Right?"

Canvassing the neighborhood
Nearest The Trestle,
Our task was
To “Survey The Masses”
Sure, it was late, Ok, But by asking
The populace before they could wash their faces
Stressed that mostly, the utmost importance of..
Our goal was the very latest polling
Of very timely matters. Most of us
Took our glasses with us, I think,
We just couldn’t leave them
To be spilled in the sink.

It's the same thing

C'est la meme chose
Children fall down &
too quickly look for help,and pan-ache.
and men fall &
look to see that no one's seen
then too quietly ache for help,
quiet a noise as they can make

"Current Events"

In good faith, in fifth grade,
We were made to
Face up & interpret & comment
on “Current Events”
.
.
At work there was a meeting
Where the boss was reading
All the numbers to call in we’d be needing
When a national emergency or storm
Comes and falls hard upon our homes.
.
I had to add
“What about when
I’m just sick an’
I’m shovellin’
Manatees
Into oily holes
In my oily..
In my own
Backyard?”


South West Florida/May 4,2o10

A Single Signalling

I and It may not be monstertruck obvious
But like a catspurr can spur you through a thunderstorm
Or a night, Or origami maybe might
Amaze you in new ways for focus, and sight–
.
A single signalling;
A child of eleven
On a church swing
Offers “You’re funny”,
I’ll take it as honey
On manna from heaven.
.
The world’s love’s not worth leaving, all in all.
Mine’s a frontline free for all an’
It’s Mercy itself inside all this breathing.
An air strike has been called in
And tear gas’ got me weeping.
.
Same as a mammoth
Dropping to his knees
(I’ve seen it from my cave),
Or, a sweet whale sweating and letting go
Off the side of his seas,
Too far off from saving wave,
Or, one wheelchair child really feeling
Enough in him, not his flesh,
To reach especially hard
To a high gardenia.

Adaption

Ink can slip onto and stain a page
I think it can permeate a world around
it that can see it then re-see it new
and adapt it to the stage.
The symbals clash, the lights rush up. Both astound
A staring crowd. So start up yr. casual
stroll from the wings, not forgetting yr. casual
role

shackled in full moon's shadows

if my bloody feet
work the way
up my path as they
might, come day,
.
these falls, this stumbling,
All before my Moonlight
would be humbling
with goodly reason.