Just Say Just Hear

 

Just say
yes I’m sorry and
no I won’t do it again
just say
what’s right for right now and
what will be true tomorrow
you can’t fake it
you can’t make it
something it’s not.

Just hear
what the other person
has to say – it is a gift
like the sun, generous and sure
giving lift to the weighty
like night dreams again
because you didn’t listen
the first time.

[bridge]
Grateful giving cannot die
it swings between the ear and eye.
The eye says, Dear. The ear replies,
I will save a slice of my pie
and a glass of my white flesh
for you if you just …

Just hear
what the other person
has to say – it is a gift
like the sun, generous and sure
giving lift to the weighty
like night dreams again
because you didn’t listen
the first time.

Just say,
Yes I’m sorry and
no I won’t do it again.
Just say
what’s right for right now and
what will be true tomorrow.
You can’t fake it
you can’t make it
something it’s not.

 

 

 

[verse]
F /// F9 ///
Am7 // Abm7
Gm7 ///
F /// F9 ///
Am7 // Abm7
Gm7 ///
C6 /// C9 ///
F /// Am7 ///
F ///
[no vocal] Dm7 /// Dm7 /// Am7 Abm7 Gm7 / F ///

[bridge]
Dm7 / FMa7 Db9
Gm7 / F / Dm7 / F / ////
Ab13 / AMa7 /
F ///
F13 /// C9 ///
Bb7 /// F /// Bb6 /// F ///

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The Barber of Rhymes

I found myself left
nominally in charge of
the shrinking of daffodils
the flipping of bottlecaps
the attending to of attendants
to today’s avalanche.

The editorial dentist
knew where the holes were
cleaned out the clinging
residual and tangential
playfully misfitting
decay to fill with silver.

In case of extremity
in response to the sepsis
of raw literalism
the surgeon of rhetoric
deftly separates your
marrow from your pith.

The barber of rhymes
with terrible temerity
removed odd fingers
with a screwdriver
for not properly fitting
into the scheme of things.

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Importance

Nobody but me is looking forward to
the day I will change into my myth
on my calendar in my kitchen
I circle it with magic marker.
Blue for importance
red for insurance.

The snapping of fingers stimulates
the freight train’s beat coming through
the waving of both arms indicates
some rite of passage is overdue.
Just over this mountain
another bigger one.

Immensity in a candy bar
profundity shrink-wrapped
logo centered on an unnamed star
shining but not happening.
We are galactic
because we say so.

Jets above leave golden arrows
prop planes in formation celebrate
a war won before we were born
the one that made the nation great
for the few among us
kissed by Olympus.

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All Odds of Survival

 

For how long have we been doing this
trapeze and unicycle dance blindfolded
this death-defying tongue-twister with no net
since poems were first uttered and fine pottery
fired the eye.

Sensed like magnetism in the mountain
crossing all contours of mood and color
laws radiating from and belonging to
a consciousness below and above human
as uncaring as fact.

Man stands within wind of waterfall
he knows it is massive and he is small
nevertheless a red snake in his psyche
steps in to defy all odds of survival
for the sake of cred.

No I will not follow you on anything
leading into the fishnet catching us
dolphins so that our dorsal and
frontal lobes may be datamined
and turned into cat food.

Withdrawing from the headlines of jive
self-deprived and sucking out venom
invisible as an aquifer as life-giving
as a partner not yet found but willing
to save a friend.

How long have we been doing this
stock-picking pyramid-building
and this dart-tossing future-forcing?
How long spread-eagle under the sun can we
pretend we’ve won?

Arrives woman perhaps we hope
sweeping flying scraping and not buying
the one at the well with a gourd for the stranger
who picked me up broken and healed
our stolen bones.

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Jambalaya Hurriya

Jambalaya
mix and light the lovely match
Hurriya
never given always taken

Hells bells
churches and bars proliferate
hells bells
prayers and cheers alternate

In denial
nihilism murdering realism
holy moly
escapism smothering soul

The old syndrome
we sat there long enough to die
home sweet home
get off the couch and say goodbye

Brothers and sisters
listen to the ice melting
mothers fathers
helter skelter is coming back to roost

Oh my oh my
I was dumb when I was young
Oh my oh my
bought and sold now that I’m old

Unbelievable
spicy dream in mid-day
incredible
fresh future come to stay

Jambalaya
mix and light the lovely match
Hurriya
never given always taken

 

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Emergence of Awareness

The plumber made a stop to pay for flowers
he didn’t know they were on their way
to getting married until they were
making plans for Hawaii and hearing
the word ‘honeymoon’. He felt a sharp
jab in his side as he realized
he’d been saddled and spurred.

Consent comes in particles
a little at a time building up
like a glacier out of snowflakes
it is not organic does not breathe
borders between parts like shards
leave history clear but fused
it is the stuff we walk upon.

A swath of inkling takes on weight
more on one slope than the other
an extension buds defining traits
a particular agreement swells
assuming a connection with a neighbor
a layering that was incipient
functions as switch under pressure.

The plumber writes a few checks
it need more than three or four
to get his hound-dog attention
sniffing up a pathway from A to B
he calls his uncle in Flint, Michigan
neurons light up like a pinball machine
he’s on his motorcycle headed east.

 

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In Several Places At Once

 

Like snow persisting through June
in broad bowls near summits
the concerns of the deceased
lie there.

Lonely men and dour women
do not be lugubrious unless
your severity is likely to lapse
into embrace.

Dwarfed by the hotel I take my leave
a mile up the trail not looking back
the evergreens and aspens fume
springishness.

Just over the top of the mood
clouds low and galloping along
the linkages between ranges
I’m chastised.

Not found halfway up the mountain
sectarianism and superstition
like making up words I leave the ground
free of dirt.

Below I leave my heart behind
and say to my arms listen hard
the jays and hawks will return soon
to carry on.

Death is natural but funerals
not so much with nothing finished
give us pills and permission
and another year.

 

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