Eleanor's comment of non use of
particular things
like the over use of "the" etc
made me strip the poems down
even more then the minimalist
expressionism used before

i think it was Fitgerald who wrote
without using "the" much

I havent read period pieces in much
and many ages....It was Elf who
urged Neo Poets to read much
but I arrived since 2008 with more
in life then reading offered
donating my time to having a lot
of Pokers in Many Fires..
a detrimental hobby

still tied to the girls in many ways
and not as skilled with time management
if any I dropped that from my routine
call it was it was

I foray into different format descripts
nothing really venturous
as risk taking as I am driven too be
for the most I weigh much...
the political and social moves in
real time in my real life makes
me on paper here the walter mitty

and strangely those that live on the
edge...the more intelligent and
way out there...out of the box
do not see the value in writing as
some even though they have
incredible talent
their stories and adventures happen
month by month..year by year
I armchair it with them....
occasionally accompanying them

from the past I have enough stories
I do not wish to talk about
from others
and from my own ventures

the desparation of humanities
survival and gains
I saw during various years
I write of drug use but never
saw it..U are either a part of
that world or U are not
and my own alcoholism
and chronic dependence
with its near misses and
calamities I for the most
stayed by myself

thats my story
on that

fragments of lifes
illusions and an essence
of the something

what was the love story
only hinted at
was the character a
businessman
a hustler
age is not incorporated

"haloed angel"

I have met many
but mere passing
to forward cigarettes
and pleasantries
nothing save the
few I lived with

what I took
was surpassed
with what I gave
in wanting too be
living in that chaos
which replicated my
growing up

there were many
happy stories
and a few happy
endings

character descript
is on a run
for caroline
probably using

sometimes we get
drawn into drama
and circumstances
finding the inevitable
escape to be the
knotholes and mills
of monotonous
post stress
another twilight
zone

the character
is not written to
live
but falls short

bringing home
the gifting
to his drug
the miracle
of arrival
of the other
character

film noire I love
twenties
thirties
sixties
eighties

cobain wrote
of the "magnetron"
in "heart shaped box"

I loved the Dragon series
by the Norwegian writer

on it goes
the abstract.atmospheric
and altruistic portrayal
crammed into the short
space is dificult

I am far from what I
want these writes too be
because I yet too live
like these wild out there
characters racing in
the wind of divine
deliverance
the Rush..

thank U Judy!

in high school I wore punk clothes...got called faggit
chief due to the heritage..they wanted a reaction
and some got it...the joy of being six feet tall
and with family standing...
wore black dress pants and dress shoes and was
failing miserably...zero social life..wicked bad acne
trapped..till I hit the cafeteria...suddenly I was
a wolf in the happy land of pasture fed minds
and intelligent idealists!
the eighties! music was not what it was nor
social thinking..the darkness was festering
and creative fires were smouldering beyond
the bubblegum..not that it was wrong too be
that..

a tiny woman all in black..shy..pale..dark
brows with asiatic features....english back
ground parents..brilliant..living in the woods
in shacks...blankets for doors..raising
animals...she was second brightest academically
goth before the goths...post hippys
weird and creative ego was all I had
her front friend a tall beautiful blonde
the brightest in our school..tops sat with
me..friends of a friend.
once they knew I was a thinker
and would talk about things beyond school
the flock began too settle...
the bohemian club...
teachers too...
exchange kids that knew the world
beyond the four hundred mile radius
the blonde was from vancouver
her dad was some city engineer
moved to the small towns
with his wife

back to the brunette
always a smile
eventually she came by
without the front blonde
a woman I eventually started
dating...David Bowie..
peter gabriel..drives at night
after her homework
till early
..
the brunette had a crush
on me...she would share
sandwhichs..all I did was
drink coffee..smoke outside
the cafe...only took one
class..dropped all others
I needed it to get twelve
at I think a mere sixty
three average in the
grunt level....these guys
were in univercity..
grade thirteens then
.
and she would bring
goats milk in the mason
jars...sit and make me
drink this...said it was
good..and it was..
they were advanced
beyond the rest
we were what seventeen
eighteen
she was short too
but I was interested
in the blonde..more
vibrant

I should have at least
taken note
found out later

the really very very
bright are not brash
they no need of it

I met a lot of them
in high school
and the few months
of college

I love cobains songs
and all the covers
by amatuer and talented

the brunettes brother
worked in the city
designing computers
not programs

cobain chose who he
wanted..not what he
wanted

like life
God choses for me
what I need
and I love Rudyard Kipling

"If"
the end moral of the story

thank U Judyanne!