25.3.11 ruff by pd lyons


25.3.11

 

 

today out on the veranda of all gone away youth whiskered timber dreams woke another coffee

 

1

you wouldn’t have to wait for anything to boot up

turn on or upload you could just sit down

bang away royal keys upon a cotton rag of water marked paper

 

you wouldn’t have to settle for crap wine, Bordeaux châteaux

would be easily accessible even to a low level pot dealer

 

you could get a soft pack of Marlboro that tasted good – better than the hard pack in the days before anyone even thought of lights

 the rent was 180 for five big rooms a laundry room full bath including heat and utilities

 

 you could sit on the second floor back porch blow a joint in broad daylight watch some old ginger tom prowl around some inner city orange rose bush while the most beautiful girl you thought you’d ever know sat on your lap  your hands finding ways to make her melt underneath her long gypsy soul skirt.

 

2.

 

 

girls go by to boys that somehow remind you to your own self except instead of love they sell schemes and plans and how to maximize income and output and the most beautiful girl in the place gives her precious attention to someone who won’t even make her come, too busy trying to sell her something that she won’t ever need on her death bed.

 

3.

 

don’t know what the reasons for the way we are is

don’t know how we got to be so far away from where we were

but there’s a time a  place for everything

there’s a never ending ever changing way of everything

so they say and who are they for us to disbelieve when we can see it in our selves
we cross the street together out of step we walk up stairs without noticing our own eyes

we can’t get on because all we want is something we remember way back there

 

 

4.

 

so much can happen when we live long enough

so many things we thought were no possible could have come to pass

but not believing in the future

did we not live grandly in the past?

 

my mother wanted things for me I did not believe in

my father wanted me to somehow not be a worry

my regret is only that being so inarticulate I could not explain

how I could love them but not want to ever become them

 

5.

cannot manage this consistency too well

I know your chimes of freedom flashing

I am the outlaw child of all these blue collar working class heroes

I am not them but am eternally grateful to them

all they gave of their own unrequited youth so that I could be the rebel born

and I will not forget you and I will not neglect you

and I will raise your soft n hidden heart to my own pure unbridled lips

my kisses unconcerned with the blood of my mother and my father

I will cherish your suffering transformation into peace.

 

6.

whatever went winkingly down the stairs clinkily

open and wondering wounded and proud

never more thinkingly would she be drinkingly

 out on the balcony summers no more

 

 

7.

how many times have I thought to see you there?

after all these years – damn near 40

don’t I still imagine; come down the wooded path way bend

  by that pond you’re somehow  there

 

ghosts haunt the places that the living know

it has nothing to do with where they died

ghosts haunt this place where I grew up

where I first saw you naked

 and you broke my heart open before I even knew I’d love you

 

I know I won’t ever see you now

but if promises can be made to ghosts

then someday soon I’ll meet you here again

golden apples silver apples

pine needles on a summer day patch of grass back by the old turtle pond

 

8.

 

today I do not want backward

I know there is no such thing as then or later

 and now’s so fleeting it hardly exists

 

I know the moon

calls me on the road of no stone no sand no steps

 

DSC_2020

mix medi m&p lyons a

 

 

DSC_2022

mix media collage with crayon m&p lyons

 

DSC_2030

mix media collage with carpet m&p lyons

Advertisements
Post a comment or leave a trackback: Trackback URL.

Comments

  • pdlyons  On August 14, 2016 at 12:59 pm

    Reblogged this on Pdlyons's Explorations.

    Like

  • Donna J Snyder  On August 15, 2016 at 6:06 pm

    Your poem made me cry, for many reasons, because it is so evocative it made me feel the longing.

    Liked by 1 person

  • Donna J Snyder  On December 30, 2016 at 11:22 pm

    Reread it. Made me cry again. I love this poem for so many reasons.

    Thank you for all the beauty, wisdom, insight, laughter, and support you’ve given me. May the New Year bring you good health, happiness, peace, and prosperity. Again, thank you.

    Gosh, now I’m flat out bawling.

    Liked by 1 person

  • pdlyons  On December 31, 2016 at 4:26 pm

    thank you for your kind words. knowing that sometimes you read and are reached by the words i find inspirational. so selfish of me to need your tears? a heart full of best wishes to you for a most prosperous new year. i appreciate hearing form you compañero de armas

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: