Fall in Full

Q: When the leaves fall (I fret)
     What then will I do?
A: Don't worry for what comes
     The wind will take what's due.


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Jagged Knife/Blue Airport

I am
as one
dead here
A gray
smoke
a film
over all
Like or
not like
I am
gray a
fabric
of self
caught
blowing
smoke
away
The shape
absense
eternally
wroth
Hard as
glass


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R. Thurgood

the wind takes
a few of my mind, lakes
rise a little
bend up, becalm

the I controls so
what is made of can
crack leaves afoot

going out you see
bears little of in
retains the hue
reins dementian

and I lies silent
as the sand below
walking takes of me


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At Buck Lake, Late September, 2013

Few look

But if you do

 Come open

  Fly apart

  The leaves

 Falling here

Are your heart

The wind

Breathes

 For you

  Forever here

You will not survive

This kind of beauty

Look  anyway

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Love/Gun

I knew you for years
I don't know what living is
But now that you're gone
In a flash - an accident!
And instead I killed you

Now that you're gone
I'm struck behind my eyes!
And I miss you
I knew you for years
I don't know what living is


An accident for sure
Now that you're gone
Helpless to miss you
Instead I kill you
Though I knew you for years

I don't know what loving is
I'm struck behind my eyes
In a flash you're gone
And I didn't miss you
I miss you   I miss you

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Miss Huntington

You've been breathing all morning the rose whispers of dawn.
The past is a picture getting dusty on the wall;
a familiar thought lost in a blink.
New children right now launch into being
whose sole purpose is to remove the picture,
the memories, the wall, the foundation,
the dust, the sound of breaking, the dawn, the whisper.
The sun rises in the garden of them.


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A Love Song Composed in Threes and Fives

we're restless
and afraid
of ourselves
everything we touch
delights us
offends us
reaches itself out
as we recoil, leap
with joy, jump
in front of trains, reach
conclusions
about men
and women

I look after you
a sort of between
world jangle--
this jammed into that
and when I look into your eyes
I drop out
you drop out
we become
liquid together
as a fog
is water
suspended


-

Wood Ant Yew

  

You knew all this

before I put it here

in front of you. None

of it's new. Some

was strange to me

when I saw it well

after the rest, but it's

not even your first

absolutely accurate guess,

as if you always knew

and now you're bored

of all your mastery.

-

Small Carnival Barkers

     He crosses himself
     says some under his
     breath about animals
     and whiskey and night
     the smell of death
             
               It's because you thought
               and that smell rides on you
               like the tiny bugs
               covering everything
                               everywhere
                                outside
   
     Don't bother, he says
     Don't do this

                          This is the last
                          of the day a few
                          candles of it left
                          some red cotton
                          candy, the midway
                          of sunset the sin
                          of the insects
                          drilling in, the thrill
                          of hidden things

     His lime heart drops through
     clouds of an ocean, grand
     ballrooms luminous, night
     singing everything to sleep
    


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Still Here

I went to bed at 10pm last night.

Turns out 10pm is late.

As in: so late it's equal is never.

And then I got up at 4am this morning.

Turns out 4am is too early.

As in: you should have come to bed earlier.

It's night all the time without sleep.

Watch yourself now,

your tongue wants to do nothing

but lash out.

Did you think there was going

to be some sort of understanding?

Here's what I understand:

Disappointment is a weapon

when it's cultivated.

Erosion is a process.

You start with new material.

And you try to make it perfect.

Anger works quite well for this.

Quiet anger or loud. It doesn't

matter. It wears you like evernew pants.

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I'm looking at a catalog that came

in the mail. We didn't ask for this.

People are happy in it. I want to buy them

and replace myself with a better

model. Present it like a shine off

a new car. “Here I am!” I would shout.

And we could go out or stay in.

And it wouldn't matter because

you would finally be happy with me.

Until I started to talk. You really don't

want me to talk. I keep saying things

you don't want me to say.

As it turns out, I'm not really the one

you want, just the one who can take it

the best. The one still here.

-

Ahm Serious

                         What are you going to do this time?

                         are you going to cry? I wish you had

                         a better mother, more loving kin

                         around every corner turning less sad.

   if you did and I'm not saying it's true

  but if you did I'd be lying next to you

wasted you would call it to my face

call up places and numbers and tales
of great expectations, disastrous fails

and you're shaking your head in a rhythmic beat
 and your eyes tell me words that no ear lock could keep
  and I look at your mouth and it's spewing, engorged
   with a furnace of foul weathered truth overforged

                        I'm deaf to it all, though I know I've done wrong.

                        the way that I am makes good people fall down.

                        the stone made of steps hide the parts you won't find.

                        What are you going to do this time?

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Cicadas Coming Down

"Carry indeed

duplicitous man

deprived

of the carriage

and weight 

of woman."

No armed

barn burning

riot

Sleep buried

long ago

the haze

in amber

the smoke

remembers

a barbeque

behind survives

talking about love

all the time

saying it soothefully

as if it was

another of us

paper thin

without

the quality 

of breathing

-

Blinking Dove

On Tuesday I built an entire machine
from red. I put the last screws in late
at night, nearly Wednesday, and breathed
the last in mourning. A mighty wedge
split through the dark and dear,
filled my outside with my entire inside.
Clearly, it didn't work perfectly.
I still woke up and had work to do.


-

a flight of rushes

wouldn't my disappearing ink voice

   have more weight if I could hold

you again still against the machines

   your love has made I vanish

readily easy as running away warm

   days colliding with covers of frost

forgetting chapters of kisses awash

   at the riverbank butterfly wings

live longer than the flight of rushes

   heads bent to the art of forgetting

how you went on ahead how I dried

   up into the reaches of a dark vessel

how I waved with everything I had

   at the absolute edge before falling in


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Look Out

You look out
 There's always another way
  Voices, visions
   What is this shade?
  She says she does not like it
 He says it's dumb and farts

     A thing is time
      because it exists, existed
       Reason is inside
        Unless you resist it
         then the lion starts

       Four legs a mane and tail
      is everything that matters
    Take them away and look
   no lion. The earth pales
  a sadness not of despair
 but imminent departs


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