September will remind you 2.0
September 2019 – Falling Shorts 2012
In Synesthesia
Three kinds of listening:
Wind chimes without a voice
The incomplete sentence of silence
Lexicon stripped of shivers
When did my delight
become a dead language ?
*
Cancelled Cooking Show
When someone has
really gotten deep
into your kitchen.
You’ll never find
that recipe again.
October is…..
October is what
you once said
to an empty door.
*
The Spider leaves home
These are our ghosts now
trapped like ashes
in an abandoned cobweb.
*
Remember we are not….
And he had this stiletto cackle
laugh like a manic trip hammer
Woody Woodpecker
*
Never be
Try to never be
a shitty thing to do
Sure.
Say what you will
Do what you do
but if any that just means
washing your hands
to do what you had to ?
Try to never be
just another
shitty thing to do.
*
Bitten off
One might be wise to bear in mind
that all the hurt you have done
in appetite and menu
will someday return
to eat at you.
A nibble here.
a mouthful there
when you once bit off
more you could chew
-Got Abstract ? 2014
*
Saying Grace in Rocco’s Castle
When your infected
with color
images burn all night
no escape, intermission
or respite.
Twenty years ago I heard it
bent to a purple ear.
He was the handsomest man
you had ever seen.
Errol Flynn living down at the wharf.
You made him laugh so hard
in that afternoon at the café.
His boat moored upon the bay
where you tossed your beret
away at midnight.
Now
you sit in a pool of neon
right next to the door
and in the light and silence
you get a breather
and ponder which hope
you’ll drown first tonight.
Outside the winter moon
slices off a kiss to February
as if to say
you’d be better
off to forget
what you can
while you can.
All the things that you
have always persisted on
insisted upon
have uniformly
disappointed and deserted you.
In here the floor plan
issues enough elbow room
for you to reconsider
that cardboard partition
you count on to hold court
between all your illusive delusions
and that running gag
that doubles as your memory.
-Attitude House 2001
*
and yet the wheel turns again- October only a matter of time and the days are sneaking by you
Pull in the soften light
as October nears neigh
a new moon across the sky
in the next street over
hear where your absence
passes aspiration in a blur
of newer older days where
Fall emerges fresh
in still born green leaves
patches of watercolor encroach
like your temples gray
Turning away from the truth
the days are sneaking years by you
diminishing the sight
stiffening the limb
Time winding you down
ebbing your energy
singing in the empty driveway
the vehicle of your flesh
is late
and growing later all the while
so I still strain to hear the sounds
I need to
while resisting the same I’m forced
to endure
the terrible ticking of the now
in my ears
A sound I find
I cannot refuse or resist.
-Greetings From Gridville 10/09
