Was it a March or a Drag ? 3.0
March 2019- After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say ‘I want to see the manager.”
― The Adding Machine: Selected Essay
Narration/text composition/arrangement- Vincent Quatroche Image association-Kayla Cunningham Cuica- John Stratton
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Daylight Stealing Time
So we lose a little time
in the wee hours tonight
We steal the hour here.
Conspire to hide.
O Please don’t wonder where.
C’mon…
Squirrel away an hour in secret
Pull backwards at the hands of the clock face.
Tick along with me.
Let’s make the red finger talk
as it passes us by again and again.
Tonight we turn back time
Won’t you turn back some time with me.
Like crisp clean chilly starched sheets.
Peel away the day
and slip in between.
Won’t you turn your back on some time with me
upon that maybe once perhaps we just might agree.
We might steal that time
hide in the lost hour
put it away somewhere
where they’ll never find it
never even miss it.
In the cool clear evening
after all the daylights busy color has faded
and all that is left is just us
clearly a jail break
a common escape
is in progress.
I hear sirens in the distance.
I see sirens in your eyes
They report an all points bulletin.
The authorities are baffled.
As we speak
Roadblocks are being planned.
Officers will produce snapshots
of our expired images
The ones we once looked like then
in the silence of the hours
we stole.
Our crime
is public knowledge.
The purpose of the theft
was always open
to common conjecture.
The motive attributed
to persistent desire.
It is after all
the only clues
we will leave them with
even if
our fingerprints
are all over each other.
After we are all over everything.
Won’t you turn your back
on some time with me
upon that maybe
just once perhaps we might agree.
To get away with
one secret perfect crime.
– Greetings from Gridville 2005
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Where the Blue Miracles March
I stepped into this light once.
Like a blue print dance floor
All the steps laid out for you
Cha Cha Cha
Charade-
All the future in the world
Denoted in foot Notes
-Uncollected 2/2019
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Lost March Marbles
When you finally lost
Your marbles in March
There were these knowing looks
All around.
The rules are unavailable at this time.
As were scouting reports, rumor or conjecture
While all this then is just memory on the March
All heel toe retreat cringing in seasonal lecture.
The rules are still unavailable at this time.
The iris in your cat’s eyes lost
Looking in other mirrors
Small round and ultimately
Quite manipulative.
While at once some forgotten name
Is merely a marginally interesting game
So you’re left thinking
about more marbles
lost in the March
and just few of their names:
Ade, Beach ball, Lutz, Oliy
Onion Skin, Oxblood opaque
Plastic plaster China toothpaste turtle
Steely Mica swirly Sulpinde
So it’s down the Bunny Hole
I’m afraid with you then without a kiss
And just what game will it be next tonight ?
Knuckle Down Keepies or Quitsies
So you show them all
There Tiger.
-Got Abstract 2014
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Locks
Throughout the day
mercy’s flame
flickered in the March
wind shaking
a fist in every face
rattled every locked door
in windows beating
cracking glass
calling out by name
all those who would
extinguish mercy’s flame.
Locked out from the inside
Locked in from the outside.
Did any of that matter
in the least now ?
Throughout the night
now barely illuminated
faded Mercy’s flame
March winds beyond
the touch to not even
fan
to combust dying embers
with sleepy red eyes
back to life.
No.
March was trying all the locks
the gust could muster
nothing was intended
to be allowed
to come back
to life here.
Throughout the years
now neither warmth
nor hope
still smolder
in a place
where
dark rings of scorched memory
reduced to white fine ash
to be blown away.
In the wind that March locks
shaking
a fist in every face
rattling every locked door
in windows beating
cracking glass
calling out by name
all those who would
extinguish mercy’s flame.
– Got Abstract 2014
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