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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

2245 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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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 06/03/2021 :  13:54:50  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply


He never had the guts to shoot himself
so every night he put the muzzle of
the whiskey bottle to his mouth and
pulled the trigger.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2245 Posts

Posted - 06/03/2021 :  17:00:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Just imagine..." he says, "...the weight up there... The sound." They're sitting on the deck in the dark. Blanket over his shoulders. He's fascinated by the mechanical sky. The precision of astronomy. Planets and stars. Blue Venus Red Mars. The sun and the moon. Revolution and gravitation. What pulls the tides. The myriad mysteries that abide there. Which lights come up early and where.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2245 Posts

Posted - 06/03/2021 :  17:07:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Tell the story," he says. "Episodic. Little journal entries. Back an' forth in time. Your blue heart and endless candles." "Blue heart?" she says. "Oh, blue heart, honey. Truly blue, hahaha."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2245 Posts

Posted - 06/03/2021 :  17:20:37  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Nantucket now... That life," he says. "Silver shingles," she says. "Cronin's hand-churned ice cream on Easy Street. Lilacs. Blue Hydrangea. Crowds in Summer. June Solstice bonfire. My mother in the room when I have scarlet fever. Shades drawn to the sill. She reads Raggedy Ann holding the book up close to her face. Brigid brings fresh linens. I dream they fly over the ocean. My father comes to sit by my bed. His face tan from golf. His hair combed straight back after a shower. His evening shirt crisp and starchy. 'In Dublin's fair city...' he sings me to sleep."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2245 Posts

Posted - 06/03/2021 :  17:23:30  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Caught deep in the warp and weave of it. Did they wear armor? Did they salute? Did they capture destiny? Invent it? Every day he says something never said that way before.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 06/05/2021 :  18:52:20  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They lived in a two room bungalow in 1972.

In the woods, in the Valley,
an old summer camp named Melody Lane
with bungalows split into two apartments
with a thin wall between them.

Nights, Albert could hear the drunk couple next door
coughing and fighting,
Carmelita making him promise they'd
never get like that.

He tried to be a good provider,
but he was new at this,
fresh from playing a bum for a couple years
and not caring too much about anybody or anything
but himself.
Oh, but he could be so passionate,
about politics or music or sex
or the amber liquids and
the powders that fueled his desires.

He drove a taxi seven days a week
twelve hours a day and never got anywhere
but thought he was still moving.
[at least.]
[sort of.]

Decades later,
He still didn't know why
Carmelita had decided to come east with him;
but it didn't matter anymore, he guessed,
as he lifted the bottle…

That horse and beautiful rider had slipped
over the horizon long ago.

He still had a huge hole in his old heart.
that nothing could seem to fill.

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 06/05/2021 :  19:08:24  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
This is not a phase I'm going thru
Where time will make it heal.
This is not a passing phase
Where I can change the way I feel.
This is not a thing to rush
A week a month a season.
This is just the way it is
I don't need to have a reason.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 06/12/2021 :  03:12:50  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A Touch of Tenderness

She's searching for redemption
From a past that let her down
The dreams she had so long ago
No longer come around
The ticket to salvation
Slipped just out of her reach
She thinks the ship has sailed away
She's still standing on the beach.

Winter spring summer fall
Lessons to be learned
Sure as there's a spark inside
Bridges can be burned
A touch of tenderness in the night
A place to make a stand
The times that we remember
Are the ones we never planned

Morning brings another day
Filled with hope and chance
The gypsy music in her soul
Can make the angels dance
Dreams don't die when we awake
They just go deep inside
She's due a hundred days of laughter
For evry night she cried

She's searching for redemption
From a past that let her down
The dreams she had so long ago
No longer come around
The ticket to salvation
Is just within her reach
She thinks the ship has sailed away
She's still standing on the beach.

A touch of tenderness in the night
A place to make a stand
The times that we remember
Are the ones we never planned
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San Diego
Swinger

515 Posts

Posted - 06/12/2021 :  13:11:15  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The travelers sit down to breakfast with the Union Trib and the LA Times.

-UFO off coast of San Diego.

-Mystery sonic booms over San Diego. "There's only one place to look and that's up." Geologist Pat Abbott.

-Mega drought.

-Earthquake Kits. Starting at $30.

-Don't be scared be prepared.

They leave tomorrow from Lindbergh. Over water before the seatbelt sign goes on.

That's scary.


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Ailinn
Windchimer

2245 Posts

Posted - 06/13/2021 :  17:43:08  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Theories on memory. Genetic. Ancestral. "Cloud believers," he says. "Tribes and clans. One life many times." "Primal consciousness?" she says. "Why not?" he says. "Cloud believers," she laughs and leans against him. "Parlor game," she says. "Intrusion into the unknown. Your time starts now. Sit down."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2245 Posts

Posted - 06/13/2021 :  17:48:22  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Through the Valle's long lens. Wistful sighs and low branches. Birds in the camouflage green. Warm and ornamental. Sun-bent flowers. Kokopelli in the yard. Rainmaker. Storyteller. Travieso. "Today it's this," he says leaning on the shovel.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 06/14/2021 :  08:02:55  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
You never know when it may happen.
But, the plot persists.

I understood all the unspoken things.
The absolute and sometimes unhappiness of
love and life.
The direness, the explosions of joy.
The bubbling, then settling expression of comfort
within and between two people.

A vision of the peaks between the valleys.
The approaching brightness,
the colors, the vividness.

And suddenly
It’s a whole new world.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 06/14/2021 :  12:21:52  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply


Stretch of sand waiting for footprints.

Unexpected arrival.
Glamorous curls encircling her face.
Eyes crinkled with welcome.
Enlightened looks from the crowd
around the crackling bonfire.

Thinning surf. Slight undertow.
Magic in the sky.
Paths appearing through beachgrass.
Quivering loins. Musklike scents.
Music and voices fading.
Silence clutching at straws.
Electric drama in the air.

Simple methods. Age old movements.
Endless possibilities flowing
between once separate skins.

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