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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/13/2011 :  09:16:01  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Albert let out a big sigh and said,
One thing you can say about me is
I always paid the rent. Every month
for forty years,through the good and bad
everlovin seasons up and down and
the long-lean-and-in-between days and nights;
back to the shocking 9/11 blue sky late January
day, Hudson a third frozen over on each side
with a band of moving water in the middle
heading for New York.

There was never a better day,
Albert said,
There was never a better time.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/14/2011 :  08:39:06  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We are tired of the game they're running on us.

We are too new to know.

We are sure we are the only lovers
that have ever felt this way.

We are hoping we are better every day
we get closer to death.

We are misunderstood and overlooked
and
underhandled and overbearing.
We are too much to take
except in small doses.

We are certain there is always
something left to lose and
nothing to gain or maybe it's
nothing left to lose and
evrything to gain.

We are sure we have lost decades to desires of the senses.

We are everything we needed to be
and nothing of what we thought we'd be.

We have never been to a Great Adventure or a Six Flags
but have been to the original Disneyland on mushrooms.

We are missing the way it used to be but
loving what it is and will be.

We are always only about twelve steps away
from falling down a rabbit hole.

We are folks that have worked our whole lives
but are hedonists at heart.

We are mostly delightful.

We are
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 08/15/2011 :  11:37:38  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We are the ones our parents warned us about…
AND
We are the ones who are now warning our children...
...to warn their children

Edited by - rodeo on 08/16/2011 16:55:27
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts

Posted - 08/15/2011 :  19:57:31  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
And.... locking our doors!
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/18/2011 :  17:35:58  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Then it was silent except for the rain
and the drips from part of the open roof.
If it was to be a fight, he was ready with
the 2 dollar lighter he drew.
The light flickered over a racoon whom he
immediately named Rocky.
Rocky was finishing a late supper of squirrel
and dropping small bones on some sort of
slate floor.
They looked at each other and there appeared to
be world peace, at least in that tiny cabin.
He took the pack off and sat against the wall.
He had to find the sea and was waiting for some
sun to make the day a compass.
-Ron Lyons, 2004
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/18/2011 :  19:47:47  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We sat on her back porch
drinking coffee waiting for
the twilight and the grass to grow thru the dust.

She said, You know, we made love once,
all those years ago.

I said,
You'd think I'd remember a thing like that.

She said, You were laying in your room,
barely conscious, mumbling about
making love to a green bottle.
I crept in wearing nothing
but Carmelita's vanilla
and never said a word.

I said,
Jesus, What else did you keep to yourself?

She whispered,
a sound like a butterfly sighing,
Have you looked at my girl's eyes?
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 08/19/2011 :  10:58:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
hmmmmm
Sorry...no appropriate smiley.
tnx hnk
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/20/2011 :  07:04:50  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
This mad pantomime
is all we have left
The night was too short
Morning came too soon.
Hold the phone on your shoulder
Twirl out your back door,
Dance with me Darlin
Neath the stars and the moon.
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts

Posted - 08/21/2011 :  13:26:33  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/26/2011 :  18:26:39  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Albert said to me,
The older I get, the more I resent the
claim that the dead seem to have on me.

Oh, I don't resent the people, that's for sure;
just the pull on my soul, always pulling me back
when everything tells me to go forward.

Sometimes I used to even envy them,
but not so much anymore.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/26/2011 :  19:12:55  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Albert mumbled to me
during one Sunday morning drunk,
Y'know,
She made me wonder if I was still
that kind of guy.
Apparently I was, he whispered.

The whiskey brings out a person
and if that person is me,
then I can't keep blaming
evrything on the whisky now, can I?

I said, I don't know, pardner ,
maybe you should give it a rest
for awhile and see...

Yeah, he said,
Manana.....

Edited by - buckman on 08/27/2011 11:56:19
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andrew p
Firefly

USA
3934 Posts

Posted - 08/27/2011 :  22:06:08  Show Profile  Visit andrew p's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Hank...you are amazing old friend...truly a dreamer, poet & storyteller.
love ya man

andrew

"Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet." ~Roger Miller~
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/28/2011 :  06:45:19  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Love you too. My best to you and your bride.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1727 Posts

Posted - 08/28/2011 :  18:03:41  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They sleep in the city of Frankincenseco on a street so steep it has stairs built into the sidewalk. Late Summer nights they sit hip to hip on the fire escape with their elbows sinking into their knees. They drink Spanish wine from crooked green glasses and tell each other stories of their other lives. Perilous cargos slip under the bridge. Ocean ghosts and shore birds crying. Hoarse horns call forlornly across the Bay. Fog-wet geraniums glisten.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1727 Posts

Posted - 08/28/2011 :  18:10:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Nights without stars they meet in the mercury-lit lot where the State stores road equipment. A weedy long block of cyclone fence and zigzag razor wire. Graders and dozers, hulking backhoes. Big Cats in cages waiting to prowl. She sits on the stairs by the doublewide with her heart safety-pinned to her sleeve. He pulls up and cuts the lights but leaves the motor running. The glow from his cigarette burns a hole through the windshield.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1727 Posts

Posted - 08/28/2011 :  18:12:59  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They wink at each other. They nod. Two pictures fading on the Post Office wall. Sun-bleached numbers under their chins. An owl blinks in the eucalyptus. The canyons fill up like blue bowls.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1727 Posts

Posted - 08/28/2011 :  18:16:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
His voice of many colors drifts across the pillow. "...neap tides and quarter moons..." he says, "...still waters..." His transparent hand, substantial again. "This is madness," she says. He says, "This is love."
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/31/2011 :  19:40:53  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The old man remembers summers
When the rivers ran with wine.
How the June air smelled of happiness
How the taste of life was fine.
The jobs nearly killed his spirit
He left his money on a bar
Memories aren't just looking back
They tell us where we are.

She crawled into his bed
From the corner of his mind
The piper played, the couples danced
The music struck him blind
Milk and honey filled the days
Coke and whiskey fueled the nights
They tore down all their castle walls
They kicked out the pretty footlights

The old man remembers autumns
October skies a deeper blue
The Fifties world, so black and white
The Sixties colors brought him through.
He hitched a ride on a circus train
Clowns and jugglers living poems
Saints and sinners fell in jungle heat
A generation fought at home.

The old man remembers winters
As just the borderline into spring
We slip and slide and struggle
While we dream of one true thing.
Alibis and pretty lies
Became his only stock-in-trade
He woke alone one morning
Choking on the mess he'd made.

She crawled into his bed
From the corner of his mind
The piper played, the couples danced
The music struck him blind
Milk and honey filled the days
Coke and whiskey fueled the nights
They tore down all their castle walls
They kicked out the pretty footlights



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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts

Posted - 09/01/2011 :  05:29:35  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
October skies a deeper blue........ love that line.

When you're young, you live on dreams...
When you're old, you live on memories...

Edited by - Becka on 09/01/2011 05:30:56
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 09/04/2011 :  18:59:26  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Albert said to me,
Both God and the Devil are gentlemen.
If you believe in one there must be the other,
that's just the way it works.
One sometimes keeps His promises,
the other is always a liar.
Hell is not a place you go to when you die;
it is a small, dirty room in a house
hidden deep within your heart
that you carry with you wherever you go
once you cross the borderline of
fear, desire and need and cause grief to others.

Oh, you can leave the room, but the memories
are always there and the blood stains
of the others who died while trying to get out
mark the walls and color the windows.

Hell is just an impediment for some,
but for others it is a tiger stalking
through the soul threatening to eat
their entire life unless it keeps
moving moving moving.
Hell is living a split second behind real time
so that life is lived waiting for a
slow motion replay.

I said,
Or perhaps you're just watching too much baseball.

Edited by - buckman on 09/04/2011 19:00:02
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