January
here's to a new year--to new projects
to finished ships,
to unseen sights and forgotten sounds
to the remembrance of what's best when what's new rolls around.
rambles and shambles
rambles and shambles I wrote
not knowing poetry from doggerel
and lacking a name for what's neither.
pictures and imperatives I drew
not knowing stories from yarns.
'memory believes before knowing remembers'
and not knowing I wrote what I believed
since building a boat
was all about beliefs, not facts.
instead the whirlwind got him
instead the whirlwind got him, and no glory,
said Telemakhos
through Homer
through Fitzgerald. and
in the dusk of dust and bones,
who has the blame,
that glory is to die for other men,
and whirlwinds are to kill each man, alone?
all in a song
all in a song.
as it was all along
and nothing ever was, as,
wrong
as you thought it would be.
so what did you bargain for?
and where are you going?
that you don't have time for a slowing(
I said ever so quietly don't forget who I always was)down.
down
fire up the old engine of keys
it's time to fire on down
trains passing by again
I guess I hardly notice anymore
"shut it up shut it up buddy gonna shut you down"
yeah, it's time to go on down.
just, don't let me forget to finish,
everything that I really began.
one more
one more
one more moonlight sonata
in the bare room
one more moonlight sonata in the bare room I never see
one more bad poem to scrawl and hope someone reads
one more, one more time one more place one more
but there's always plus encore
rapellant avec puissance toutes les reves.
no need for high school french any more.
a pause. a change of spacing.
as Beethoven begins to wind down like a phonograph
and his master's voice is somewhere in the void,
noting that one more strange island and all those tribulations
could have never been so worthwhile, as one last instauration
to which I am still trying to arrive.
pause; . chord: . encore.
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smI L ing rain
and wOnDer
(as)
a cAr RUShes by
and Sings.
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just then-
just then, waiting for sunlight
at home at the desk looking for news and back hurting having crashed onthe
couch,
I saw
that it wasn't so hard to be a morning person
even if you don't a fall asleep until twelve.
one last instauration
comes now, one man to a mountain
or so it seemed, he thinking
that that was all the story
(funny how these things appear now)
comes now, one man
but he is surrounded by
(and had it never occurred to him[?])
his friends
and it was no longer a singular odyssey.
don't ever try to remember this
but don't ever forget
for there we were at three on a road
seeing a moonlit valley and sky
there we were at six
pushing for treeline
and then, with the sun just arisen,
there we were.
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