Sketches - 51 (November 15th, 2014)

51.

Mozart is an artful composer -

     he pulls you into a vortex

     of the way things ‘should be’

     but will always fall short

     of the expression pressed

     into the event.

The vision is overwhelming.

For some mysterious reason

I remember playing with toy rockets

and seeing velvet clown face paintings

on black nightmare backgrounds

as a child raised on the abysmal

flat-drat plains.

Mozart chimes away

the dry sandpaper hours

of a fever dream, melodies

knocking around the inside

of your skull in musical telepathy.

(November 15th, 2014)

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Sketches - 50 (November 15th, 2014)

50.

Winter day long breath of

pure cold gusting here on an artic

front from some furthest coldest

heart of complete unknown.

It has our traffic in stitches

and our fevers up high,

translucent blank panelled

passing of minutes - idea begun

and flitting away as forgotten as a

nondescript bit of ash.

Dog Dali - comes in, goes out,

comes in again, the whole

tender routine of our

family dog.

Eyes droop down at my slippered

                     feet.

Yes.  Like Lou Reed, I could

sleep for a thousand years.

Or should’ve been born

a long time ago with sailor’s

suit and cap.

In the kitchen with

           Sibelius - great grand

           quiet patient

           dark withering

           quivering soul

           like tiny brown

           leaves trembling

           in this Artic

                    front.

When someone like Christopher

Smart had a fever, you can bet

            yer ass

that he saw and experienced

           THE WHOLE THING,

and then forgot it again.

The blade will strike when it

                 strikes.

Pit-n-Pendulum logics.

Big watery yellow eye.

Eternal sickly KALUMP

of heartbeat in the most

granulated evil whiskey

drunk EVER.

Outside there are monsters

and dreams waiting to be born when

the machine is turned

                        off -

it’s inevitable.

(November 15th, 2014)

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Skteches - 49 (November 12th, 2014)

49.

‘First thing you learn is that you always got to wait.’ - Lou Reed / The Velvet Underground - I’m Waitin’ For My Man

Waiting for the Alegent Care

Doc-assist at grocery store

               HI VEE

to check in and make sure

that I’m well enough to

work a CNA shift after

being sick with flu this

last weekend.  And while

the quick wall-in-your-face

hot cough is gone, very

few sneezes left over the

course of an ordinary day,

and while there is nothing

about me that is contagious

(save the urgent need to

          express)

I still require a doctor’s note

before going into work a half

         hour from now.

In the overactive flu

season that has taken Omaha

town, I thought I could easily

slip back into work without

the AGENCY imploring for

the doc visit and note I will

need to show the AGENCY

enabling me to work a simple no

nonsense shift for a fully

functioning 93 year old man

with a heart condition yet

hardly needs assistance

with the majority of his

         ADL’s

and now I sit here in this

tiny waiting room along

side the doc-assists

tiny office / sick room

just to make sure I cover

the AGENCY’S ass

      at my

      expense,

all the while ignoring (as best I can) the

dull heartburn pop-radio

interrupted occasionally by

young people on crackley

intercoms demanding so and so

get to when and where -

out the door of the waiting room,

100’s of tubes of various tooth

                  pastes

and cluttered top shelf

of tooth brushes stick up like countless

map flags on a strategic war map -

I sit here, waiting - time keeps

               ticking tocking

               and this whole

               bothersome waste-o-time

is certain to make me late for my shift.

I’ve yet to meet or know anyone

who gives a good god damn

as I take the fictional doctor’s note

to the fictional AGENCY

so reality won’t bite them in

the bureaucratic ASS.

Wait - hurry up - wait

hurry up - wait - hurry

up - wait -

          after all, slavery has

          many forms

          and the night

          is still

                YOUNG.

(November 12th, 2014)

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