1st Draft Frippery

This man risked squandering 2 quarters,
Despite the nights rain,
He’d fight to stay the payphone,
Risked squandering 2 quarters,
Meant to be spent on a quart when the day was done.
So he’d hang up quick as Go
So she’d ring back
If she was in a curious mood.
It wasn’t too late
(But maybe that’d help)
.
He’d be ready, with his 1st draft.
Damn, ink already ran onto his icy hand,
Trailed off his folded page
Of falderal, frippery, & doggerel.
Worthy words to win some time.
He’d force his forte’ over the phone
If she called back
If any would entertain
A curious mood
This time
Of night.

Yes, The Sequences Go

Yes, the sequences go, this sets pro-
gressing. We stand in our streams,
Study up storm weather
We’re all under the weather.
Yes, The compass is no good.
Guessing; Push the river?
Willfully take steps?
Or wade on down downflow?
Resplendent.
.
Rest on it.
It will come

She's Readying Our Bed

We’ll be signalled by the sound of the sheets
And come running in a beeline
More like felines;
Harrison, Kayryan, then there’s Carl.
We’ll wind our way
Towards sheer clouds and sure play;
I’d guess less Hide than Seek.
I’d bet about No “A-Boo”,
It’s more all Go for “Peek, Peek, Peek”.
Us cats & kitties will fly in from nearby cities.
Boy, We’ll bound up there…
No, we’ll feel free and go
Unbound
Up upon there.

Annual Renewal From An Ancient Porch

Winter winds could
only find us cold
on our old
and ancient porch
perched high here in our new air
searching here through our new words
The latest launch on,
off this roof porch in
an old haunt,
this chilly sleepy village,
Off this nest
.
‘
.
thanx Cedar Key

another scan

it starts up, ^ I stare up
at lit charts unclear to clear up
for me mystery this ghostly machine
Immense science I’m mostly wrapped in
Examined for finds in
a mans heart.
not fresh poetry
scientific not beautyfic
principle not miracle
guts by glove/ not guts for love

the hat on a scarecrow

“”Nobody to talk to. Nothing to do. When one has nothing to do, then is the time to correspond with one”s friends.
You perceive, then, why it is that I write you this letter—it is on account of my ennui and your sins.”
from “Mellonta Tauta”, Edgar Allen Poe
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I’m all for the metaphors that pinpoint elusive love.
I’ve a butterfly that lights right upon you like
A wild bird will dance onto a tame wire.
Random (?) and skittish, lovely luck of above.
Odd that the hat on a scarecrow
Has enough shine to ensure a lure enough
to bug and bird alike,
To draw, and not repel them,
Their wings aim down to light.
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“She’s gone, he’s gone too, and in the darkness; heaven and earth hold hands, the hands that loosened for a moment.”
from “The Piano Teacher’, Elfriede Jelinek

Tribute

It’s likely/ It could be
That when Leonard Bernstein,
At his piano bench,
It was very late when he…
In a creative trance,
Had opened an envelope
From Stephen Sondheim,
And started to work on
A musical phrasing for
“There’s a place for us”,
He eyedropped a gold teardrop
into a test tube, & heaven reacted,

& now can make me ache
20,000 late nights after