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Mumblings / Poetry, Midsummer 2017 Like mentioned on the other poetry pages, it's James Dickey-inspired poetry. Not sure why all these ended up on yet another separate page. It seemed necessary to break up the uploads of dazzling, brilliant prose. (heh, heh) NOTE: None of these are repeated in the not-exactly-new-anymore digital poetry book, Brief Tales of Compromised Solutions Sundries Aflame The sundries are aflame It's in the smoke where the trivialities lie, I tell you This was going to the change in the weather The excuse to pass the bad news on To unclench an old fist of father's And pat the ground to give it blessings and rest
Still trapped in offices Moving towards the still golden fields, you tell me To find a homestead beyond the crinkled map's edge Like it was written inside book covers From the bible back to leaves of grass And to provide energy for our tired gnarled hands
Standing in the rain now. For the sake of future sunny days A pre-loaded accompaniment. Of chattering teeth and ocean wet clothes Frozen like an ice statue at the moment. To go crazy from the heat later This was the forgotten favour. Promised at the darkened corner The taste of an eager young sailor. Swallowed by the broken chain of command Under a heartfelt direction. Atop an aging purple sky Holding another wizened grey hand. Across an endless crooked street Lost in future reflections. Which when catalogued have already passed This was a never. Ending long after it truly should have Holding on to an ancient. Feeling like it can become new again
Calling through the traffic Will fix itself up around the bend, we tell them Because no one ever turns down a good story The brake is beside the gas for a reason Patience is a noble feast And better to prepare for the inevitable famine
Feeling up the grain Like the difference is on the fingertips, they tell us If you believe that you can trust our knees Bruised from lack of proper trying Scared of a hot summer night And hoping truth doesn't wake from graceful slumber
Everyone Is Nuts Everyone is nuts. You are nuts. I am nuts. Your friends are nuts. Your roommates are nuts. Your neighbours are nuts. Your co-workers are nuts. Those people over there are nuts. The people disappearing into the distance in the corner of your eye are nuts. The people you can't stand but for whatever reason are always kind of around are nuts. The people you see only through pixels on a tiny screen are nuts. The person you love is nuts. The person you secretly love and can never tell them this is nuts. The people in power are nuts. The people without a single shred of power are nuts. The quiet, thoughtful people are nuts. The loud, ridiculous people are nuts. But don't worry because everyone has always been nuts. Your parents are nuts. Your aunts and uncles are nuts. Your grandparents are nuts. Your supposedly impressive ancestors are nuts. Your mysterious records-free ancestors are nuts. Everyone who has ever existed throughout history were nuts. People who sat on thrones were nuts. People who tilled the fields were nuts. People who fought with clubs were nuts. People who tried to make gold out of iron were nuts. People who thought dancing made it rain were nuts. People who said god told them to tell everyone else what to do were nuts. People who have the world eating out of the palm of their hands are nuts. People who are one bit of bad news from jumping off the roof are nuts. People who wiped away the tears in their eyes over the treatment of dancing beers are nuts. People who gave up everything to shake hands with the reason they get up every morning are nuts. People who play for the win are nuts. People who slip into the loss like cool bedsheets are nuts. People who charge the ref are nuts. People who twiddle thumbs on the sidelines are nuts. People who save the next breath forever are nuts. People who push air out like the next Big Bang are nuts. Everyone is nuts.
The Roof A fight is for the roof And I see the lady shall win it The work of cloven hoof Is simply how to spin it
A fight is on the roof And I hear the startled cries One man remains aloof So off the edge he flies
A fight is near the roof And it is due to summer rain Call it a meteorological goof But the bailing must remain
A fight has left the roof And has bolted for the stairs Blows against some truth Will settle cheap affairs
A fight against the roof And the way it protects the few So go call me uncouth And I'll tear it down with you
It Was a Wasted Day It was a wasted day But those fall through the cracks sometimes With broken clocks and off key chimes
It was a wasted day Ready at first light to crash and burn Pocketing medals we could never earn
It was a wasted day Promises made against our will Settling down with the bitterest pill
It was a wasted day The wind ignored our faded flags Our suitor came in last year's rags
It was a wasted day The stores reflected but just stayed locked Roads showing support by going blocked
It was a wasted day Guns didn’t shoot and bombs wouldn’t blast Revenge was on hold but that wouldn’t last
Rusty Mirrors Rusty mirrors That yellow brown age in the corners I've been handing out opinions up and down them
Fruitful gazes Along the still dour spruce cut fences Where the boundaries are aligned with time before space
Blank refusals Without so much as a springboard reason Throwing us high in the air and off the bloodhound trail
Soaked dreams Bathing with these possibility bubbles And they pop just as we prepare our down-payments
Polite Decisions Mounted upon a forgotten basement wall Left as a time capsule no one breathing would recognize
Familiar sunlight Rolling its eye at our trivialities
Confident there are better reflections than a
rusty mirror
Again In the Oceans Again in the oceans And still behind the scenes Up to your second necks And sewing up the seams
Again in the oceans And hoarding down below The ships are running aground And the dirt is made of snow
Again in the oceans And the house is finally sold The signs hit the sandy beach And sink beneath the folds
Again in the oceans And it's all left turns from here Running around a broken loop And stuck in an inverse gear
Again in the oceans Feeling a prickly coldness within You might think you're drowning But float around for a second opinion
Happier trucks on the fashion runways
Happier trucks on the fashion runways Around the world that looks better with glasses Asleep clutching the hot warm wheel of progress Decisions made in grey morning reflections
A series of planes in beautiful delays Vision gets blurred after another drink with the masses A tea near the accident helps the memories digest Possibilities run screaming in a thousand directions
Inside the car nodding yeses and okays A needle in the eye at the end of the classes Getting out of the ditch when it's time to invest Before a bet is made on the reverse elections
Escaping on foot is just endless relays Get lost in the horizon as only one vision passes The first bit of trouble is when the cowards digress Then give the truth some added protections
Do not deny me for I am the distance Refuse my gifts and you will fall inside me Not out of personal malice but of fate's insistence I've no mouth to have a say in the matter
Beyond the art that builds resistance Crossing fields of hard concrete and grass A word and image blesses persistence And the world still can't decide at our feet
Trying to get by on rumpled shirts and squashed bugs Lending a hand until you're chained at the wrist The answers from colonels in the form of love letters Is the latest way to get to the gist
He's been half as clever for twice as long And in lovers' eyes this has now gotten old Remember that hearts wait for no one When it's time to return to the fold
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