D R E A M L A N D

“..If you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss will gaze into you.”
- Friedrich Nietzsche
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I’m impaling my head harder
in my pillow
To recall, to return, to resume,
to refollow
My meaningful way.
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If I’m failing to trail right back
to night glories,
I’ll hoist this point of view
From this room into new
stories.
I’ve a meaningless way.

CautionYellow Capped Portions

Beyond
being somehow fond
of hoarding half filled
caution yellow capped portions of pills,
the experts stake their careers
that this liar requiring pills
for fucking, pain, and for some fears,
Won’t collect them like coins,
Won’t stage them up bold like frames of old postage stamps.
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Next they’ll all be featured, way in the future,
I’ll check them all for sure
ok on my computer.

Best not be sure nor positive
On the turning point,
Unless talk show representatives
Have affidavits to fill out
To protect them when they project
Yr. image and yr. imaginative story
From coast to coast, but don’t worry,
Viewers love viewing when things turn around.
You can fudge the exact time
It all went down.

3 More Things I Found While Looking For Something Else

before I’ll
earnestly earn
my cookie smile,
There’s business on the burner.
These semi serious matters
sort of need sorting out.
A lot of it needs looking at,
and some ditched,
not the other way around,
like when sure attic treasure gets pitched down
to the cellar.
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2)
M E R E
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I think! that there’s a theory in
quantum physics
that holds that
the mere act of observation
changes and shapes events
observed.
The science of truth
isn’t my strong suit.
But I can watch from a garage roof;
take semi evaluative notes,
& make up semi reflective reports,
& fake some
control.
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3)
REFORM DREAM
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Surfacing from a waterfall bottom’s
Churning pool, into mists,
The tall intense man they call The Baptist
Pulls you up, and through, by your hair.
It all means too much now.
The colors hurt, and light on water
Diamonds up the air.
Though new, non-consise power leadens you,
You rise again to surface
All you

Solid Things

There’s this secret I’ve kept so discreet
From lovers, & brothers, & mothers.
I’ve mis managed to become so mum
It was only clearer to me
After self therapy
The other day, or another.
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From this encompassing dream,
I finally wanted
All the solid things I was sold to get,
When it’s important to want one.
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I Get
Silk batik ties, Italian silk shirts,
Mostly-silk jackets,
Dry cleaned, & all in the closet.
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I Wait For And Get
Too new Peter & P.J., Gabriel and Harvey,
Unheard of, they’re still in their jacket.
Too new Laurie Anderson, Richard Thompson,
Unheard of, they’re still in their jacket.
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I Waited For & Get
Big Bio book of Elliott
Smith, and the case is still closed
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I Get
New Yorker’s
Drawings & Captions
All of them (All these years)
Data on disc
unplayed & unsmiled to. (sadly)
I Got
New Yorker’s
Drawings & Captions
The Board Game…
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..
Why I With-hold
All that pleasure,
I haven’t a clue.
It’s half-like holding love
At arm’s length,
& watching it do
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frail

ately these nights
latestart streeting to work
all bad songs between all red nights
.
some days
frustration rages against some wall
communication too can’t see through
some wall our own wall
Even when we chime just finally
we just disagree
.
our works can grind us down
our words can rhyme us down
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spirit suggests, speaks some, to best
try a calm trance
one where the frail can dance on treetops
embarrassed with Joy, emancipated
to Bright red birds, right atop
their deep down a well
their dark as hell
though inconsequential
jungle.
It’s free to pop on it’s treetops
So I understand

2 descriptions of an essential, existential dream I never had

“Solemness”s not the only noun
That best states the state I found
Myself drowning in.
I’m quieter this hour , and long past another
Where I worried, When I wondered
I guess as it goes as a boy in the throes
Of a late night alone, of a faith underdose,
and no mother,
“If I die before I sleep”
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“Apprehensive” says it also.
An appreciative hospital with the wherewithal, they’ll
welcome
Me and yescheck my symptoms.
I’ll finally sleep & they keep me for observation.
I’ll finally be on their watch instead of mine.

Feng Shui

Chairs and tables re arrangement
Chances are enable a new look
At hackneyed background scenery
And that seriouser still life like “Life’s Work”,
My wail at a stand stail.
A new look on furniture
For fun will force structure
To manhandle content &
Every one of my captions
Under justnow windows,
As this new sunrise happens, for instance,
And the new prose
It lights on.

3 more things I found while looking for something else

before I’ll
earnestly earn
my cookie smile,
There’s business on the burner.
These semi serious matters
sort of need sorting out.
A lot of it needs looking at,
and some ditched,
not the other way around,
like when sure attic treasure gets pitched down
to the cellar.
.
.
2)
M E R E
.
I think! that there’s a theory in
quantum physics
that holds that
the mere act of observation
changes and shapes events
observed.
The science of truth
isn’t my strong suit.
But I can watch from a garage roof;
take semi evaluative notes,
& make up semi reflective reports,
& fake some
control.
.
.
3)
REFORM DREAM
.
Surfacing from a waterfall bottom’s
Churning pool, into mists,
The tall intense man they call The Baptist
Pulls you up, and through, by your hair.
It all means too much now.
The colors hurt, and light on water
Diamonds up the air.
Though new, non-consise power leadens you,
You rise again to surface
All you

"Bridge's Out"

“Bridge’s out”
A boy in a blue scarf shouted.
But a girl with high boots and a cape
only whispered “Icy isn’t safe”.
Both their lines seemed to lift steamlike, upwords,
opposing most all downfall white
(On his hair, in her eye lashes).
White lit it all, it meant to mask the night.
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Ethereal, yet so real, their faces were so pale.
They are, I thought, not far from fainting.
I strained to scout beyond them, they stood out
Stark against wood and trail.
It confused me, admittedly, I might see a painting.
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“Watch yourself”, their voices, close,
It sounded some like me who
confoundedly joined their chorus.
Starting down to the river,
I shake off a shiver under my clothes.
I take a deep icy breath, then take a step nearer chaos.

2 More Things I Found While I Was Looking For Something Else

Venom is rarely/
Up to any good./
Even more rarely/
Is venom humourous./
Go ahead, try out/
Yr. venom jokes./
See if it kills ‘em/
In theory.
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I’ll say,
“A thing I wonder..”
But I know the truth,
“Is whether audio books
Are books at all. “
Isn’t it storytelling
Without the fire
To
Look…

3 Things I Found While I Was Looking For Something Else

Heaven-Sent & Nice Adolescent Advice
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We all recall how dreamy faraway
Train whistles calling sounded
In bed as kids,
So very near to dreamy nearby
Dreams.
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Resist running away, way too far away from home.
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MATHERMAL
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left foot
.
outside a silk sheet
a half hidden balance
is at play tonight
.
cold drapes on one limb
shrimp buried fetal curling
buffering one warmth
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I need to knock on a locksmith’s door.
As tries on my entrance
Has me hammering for him,
The man outside, in a stance
On his mat.
My security windows live up to their claim.
Cats perched there can watch me
Calmly curse in the rain,
Calm for keys that Mercy sees
Cure to unlatch me.

L O O K

Hope we’re having a heaven so
I’ll look and
Daddy can call out, (& it won’t hurt)
He’ll look just like he just got home from work,
“There’s my angry young man”.
We’d have it out;
My young man’s misery,
His young man’s mystery.
We’d upheave it out. Heavy inquiry.
If he hadn’t killed himself he might have taught me
“you gotta take the bitter with the cold”
Outside, My Mother softened things when she told me
When I was ready she told me
“I know,
It’s vile.
He was so very sick.
They say you/ Have his look.
It is mostly OK,
You know.
I say you’ll have my smile”.

Far

I sweat my bed.
I do all but dread
The undraped dreamscapes.
I’d replay and replay
Heaven’s elevator tunes on tape.
Is it true I did
Fluid-loss & exhaustion,
All that turning and tossing?
I sweat my bed.
First thing is shower head to head,
It takes cold water to weigh
This old man awake to stay down,
Away from high ground.
.
I’d walked hard
To find my feet,
To find a way
In that far town.

MY MELANCHOLY VAMPIRE

Don’t forget, friend,
You’re so dour
You don’t even laugh at yr own jokes,
Or don’t you get them?
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When you nightly set out
Under a mighty moon
To brighten and heat
Yr best features,
Yr long face goes on & on
Though the shadows are gone
And it’s distant stare
Doesn’t stop at dead stars
But goes to their backrow bleachers.
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He’s aroused as the voices
In trees, on the breezes
Distract him post haste w/ poetries,
Extracting his true face, those ghosts in a wind.
Mostly, They’ll lift him,
But their leverage runs thin.

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.
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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.
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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”
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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.
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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