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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 05/18/2021 :  12:40:12  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
And so it goes here at the Nightly Vigil, Baby.
High in the Custerdome on beautiful Mt Ivy.
Fictional non fiction, music looking for a melody.
Words dancing in the dark.
Bodacious cowgirl with the healing touch.
Emotionally challenged bi-polar bear
stripped of all that is Holy.

That's me in the corner.
That’s me in the spotlight.




Edited by - buckman on 05/18/2021 12:40:56
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 05/18/2021 :  12:44:24  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I knelt to face the music
But the Earth wouldn’t let me go.

Dueling divas of psyche make
A mad dash for home and slide in just
under the catchers tag.
Whiskey waits in the lobby for the judge.
A willing partner arrives.
Two hermits face the future as one.

Oh, baby, you sweet thing, you’re
Driving me wild.



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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 05/19/2021 :  00:30:51  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Santa Cruz at midnight. 1971.

The hiccups I have now, in NY, bring it
all back 50 years later.

Trying to sleep in a yellow VW bug,
Um, “borrowed” from San Francisco.
At 19 I had no plan, no ideas,
no future. Scared and worried.

Six days of MDA and a brain
muddled and lost.

Then came the hiccups.
After about an hour
Nothing seemed more important
than getting rid of them...

When the Highway Patrol knocked
on the window the hiccups left.
Fast.

I rolled down the window and thanked them...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 05/19/2021 :  03:24:40  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
~*~ Happy birthday Mick ~*~
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 05/21/2021 :  03:24:56  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Amber Waves

Slow motion dream. Titular moanings.
Rest stop on the way to eternity.
Dribbling thighs, bruised egos.
Merry-Go-Rounds that never stop.
Waiting in the wrong line for redemption.
Wafer thin but daddy rich, she calls out to me,
Says her name’s written in the Lamb’s Book of Life.

Oh Sugar, sugar,
My candy girl divine,
Do it to me one more time…
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 05/21/2021 :  04:37:25  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
-Haiku-

Eight days no liquor.
Not for the faint of heart.
Everything hurts.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 05/21/2021 :  05:08:03  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Mile-long detour on a one way street.
Choir singing Whipping Post.
Jezebel sneaks up on me
and unbuttons my shirt from behind.
Tattoo of a pink scorpion on her hand.

Montreal at dawn. Pastries with espresso.
“Hands full of gimme, mouths full of much obliged.”
Alleys with two way traffic.
Homeless jesters dancing around garbage can fires.

I used to have a direction, a goal, I’m sure I did.

A seagull swoops down and
takes my last vestige of hope.

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San Diego
Swinger

515 Posts

Posted - 05/22/2021 :  17:42:29  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The family settles in. No visits from the east coast last Summer. So much to catch up with. The children out all day on their boards. Four to six foot waves. The Padres at home Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. A trip to Old Town on the Coaster. And Julian, new Dark Sky designation. Musical chairs in the kitchen. Marathon cooking. A birthday. Candles on the table. Circles of light recalling the year gone by. Loss and blessings. Thursday they fly back home. The next travelers arrive Memorial Day. Air 66, Water 65.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 05/22/2021 :  17:43:17  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I see you're holding the hand of the Muse, Reverend B.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 05/23/2021 :  09:48:06  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Twelve days sober. Brain cells are amazing things! Haven’t written so much in two years.

Edited by - buckman on 05/26/2021 15:27:35
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 05/23/2021 :  09:50:44  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Kissing the back of her neck
at the kitchen sink
with my arms around her waist.
At 69, just like at 19.

The often wasted years between,
the losses, the breakages,
drop away like autumn leaves
and the wind blows them away.

Home again.

(Upon reunion after being separated for 29 years.)
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 05/23/2021 :  09:54:43  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

Feral cats wait under the bridge for me.
Pagan rituals outliving Christianity.
Sometimes I will follow a foolish person for awhile just
To see what I can learn from them.

My friend Edgar Allan keeps telling me how
Depressing my writing is getting.
I see in his brain a black and white crime scene photo
lit up and as stark as the face of death.

We are very happy fellows at heart, Poe and me.
One of us will live forever.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 05/23/2021 :  11:28:59  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply


Flirtatious hummingbirds tickle me into submission.
Gangs of butterflies hide in the grass,
Lift me up and over the river.
Oh how it sparkles when the smiles are in season.
Fish call to me in a language I understand.
Birds sing and wave as they fly by.
Capricious horses wait for me on the landing.
Glorious tears attempt to dry but won’t stop.

There is no stopping on a day like this.

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 05/25/2021 :  08:27:38  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
“Daddy’s just like Coltrane,
Baby’s just like Miles”
I think I stole this line from her
Know it always makes me smile.

She says she’s trying to eat for two,
That there’s a tiger under her bed.
Her mama wants me gone from this place
Her daddy wants me dead

I boogaloo down Broadway
Thinkin of words that rhyme with bed
The quarter moon’s three nickels short
I think It’s messin with my head.

She’s got a nose looks like Pinocchio
Got a body that struts by itself
They tell me to get away from her
They tell me she’s bad for my health.

Mama wants me gone from this place
Her daddy wants me dead
Nobody but us in this motel room
She’s dancin wearing nothin but red.

She shimmies and she shakes that thing
Turns a good man over to wild
I see that red dress in my dreams
Sometimes I even smile.

“Daddy’s just like Coltrane
Baby’s just like Miles”
I think I stole this line from her
Know it always makes me smile.





Edited by - buckman on 05/25/2021 08:53:39
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 05/25/2021 :  08:52:50  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Wet dreams in the rain.
Saxophones in the night.
Ferris wheels to nowhere.
Mama says it’ll be alright.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 05/25/2021 :  10:13:05  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I said to her,
I’m incapably lethargic.
I mind very little.
I can’t face things, you know.
I’m muddled by emotion.
Trying to sort myself out.
Trying to see some logic.

But,
Logic doesn’t stop feelings.
You can behave logically,
and it can hurt like hell.
Or it can comfort you.
Or release you.
Or all at the same time.

Digging into my own motives.
Knowing my heart of hearts.
Facing the shameful things.

The smile grew on her lips and stayed there.
Letting me talk it all out and get rid of it.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 05/25/2021 :  21:03:01  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
This is redemptive magic, I say.

It’s just physical, she says.

No, I say.
Though I hate so much to
Disagree with you, it’s not.
It’s about what you bring
And what you give
And the meeting of what I have left to give back.
It’s about the push and pull
And gravity and need and
Tactile sensations without thought.

My insecurities meet your affirmatives.
Our flesh meets both of our needs,
Most of our wants.

So. How did your day go?

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 05/31/2021 :  12:07:03  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

Dreams of chasing a chestnut mare
through sunlit golden fields.

Bodies aching for flamenco nights.
Overcome with helpless giggles.
Comic soap opera movements at first.
But,
Even ragged lovemaking is better than
The next best thing.
So often it’s just a matter of
friction and angles.

The rest is stumbling onto
a spark of magic.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 05/31/2021 :  16:35:22  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Ripe peaches in baskets in front of the market in a tiny town of asylum seekers. The sea aglitter close by. Crush of grass summer-green where it meets the cobbles. He squats down on his haunches. Cups the tiny bird in his palms. Holds it close to his mouth and blows on its feathers several times. He's unwavering. Intent. Determined minutes go by. A rush when wings finally take to the sky. A slap on the back. Strangers clapping. Free peaches in a brown paper bag.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 06/03/2021 :  12:54:04  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Here?

I was sitting on the French girl’s mattress
On the floor at 3 AM, coming down.

The thought that I might
Never be able to write again
Came to me, slowly, like a cold coming on.

Then she got up and walked naked
To the bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet in the dark,
she was shy and
Made a joke.

I said, Aimee,
Poetry is all around us,
isn't it?

She said, Ici?
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