Solara 81-95

 it's back.

LXXXI

pieces assembled and disassembled by an untrained eye /my own/. endless variety. for shame for sooth for all of us another grumbling naysayer, well wisher on hiatus. from the sound of the song above, at least the ones with wings, they seem to be attuned to the proper frequency/they shall know us by our primal shouts and the glue all over our hands.

LXXXII

Wisdom-decanted-strewn about in reckless patterns/the eggs are shaking-forming cracks along the edges/new will become old and weathered-inheriting the birthright/only the eyes of something nocturnal-primed with a tuning fork-ready to see the unending soul train line clapping off rhythm-some guy with a tie around his head/this is living, isn’t it?

LXXXIII

I’ve seen/this present and future/slurring themselves together/whisked by a fork with a broken middle prong/runny eggs, half congealed in the burning pan/smoke crawling to the alarm/the batteries, long dead-of course/yesterday’s responsibility becomes today’s should-have-been-handled/revising the ad-hoc to-do list with the power of hindsight/look into this soul/know it for what it might just be/tomorrow and yesterday and today/

LXXXIV

a mess won’t clean itself. this,

mess, this display of common,

vulgarity-dripping with spent coffee

grinds, with the shrapnel of yesterday’s 

crumbs. we’ve succumbed to a slovenly

detente, waiting for those who might

fix the situation to accept their fate. their

calling. it will not be me.

LXXXV

Lost in the hours/frittering/careless blooms/bitter tinctures/medicine in

name only/this pastime, the consolation round/the little way each second

wilts from the flower/gathering at the base of the stem/left to darken and 

shrivel/among good company/let the dust collect as well/marking the passage

of a moment to the next/

LXXXVI

sell me this peace. Let me know /beauty/ at whatever [price] this <sign exchange=to a conversation rate/less than what you’re hoping for/name this price. name whatever demands, and I can meet them/with gusto/verve. I want the grandeur to move through me/once more. Let me be still, let me /know/ this, once more.

LXXXVII

been here/before/enough to walk with confidence/eyes closed and blindfolded/scales of justice in my outstretched arms/dodging root systems and rocks of assorted sizes and shapes/passing judgment on casual wrongdoers and those of a more nefarious strain/even those caught in the web/of something more complicated//my feet dance my path to the destination/where everything will take care of itself/

LXXXVIII

victory at last/i stand/exulting myself/slings-arrows, whatnot/want not/what has it cost\\withering shell of myself/worth it\\yet another promise i have kept/one with enough dirt to bury both itself and me/as i let myself descend/to rest/to my just reward\\ 

LXXXVIX

hello/this is my mess now/you should be proud/me-dutiful disciple-to your method acting/this molten hot coal in my stomach/single hand clapping/otherwise empty room/just me, this disarray, and the feeling between us/these vibrations sealed in a tomb-off the coast of a nearby tourist trap/enough with the merriment and the speculation/let us begin-in earnest/

XC

where i end and you do not begin/and where this is all one stripe of the tiger/and this is another interruption of service/and you called for anyone who would listen/and no one called back, though it is of note that you did so in a pidgin-binary and morse/who in their right mind would harken to that call\\and you’ll love it all/i want to believe it/so much/

XCI

no/less than/off-centered and sleep deprived/the image slips between boundaries/losing itself//no/revise the initial opinion/condensed, almost/unmoored in space/another frictionless arena/no applause//no/more than/nothing/this one becomes/more\\

XCII

They’ve made you like this [noir in nature] (broken appearance)/let you know-yourself-barely/<disrupted a few key processes> and set /in/ motion, 

the hovering doubt; this elegant distaste; the lamentable fog that swirls around

your form in public settings. come on. stop acting so surprised by what 

you’ve been made

to be.

XCIII

cue the evil laughing again. cull those who don’t have the right vibrato. an art, this laugh. meet us, usual haunts, usual conditions, use the password-we won’t reveal it here but it rhymes with…careful, careful, eager beavers. no, that was not a hint, it was a chastisement. we have lost the luxury of being careful. they’re starting to catch on. we are not trying to be ironic here. no, parking is not validated either. you’re all missing the point here.

XCIV

cut rate children’s programming after the camera’s departure. golden smiles of miscreants and moderate malfeasance. no one sure if this is scripted or a vision of some kind of kinship. the critters in their postures, they aren’t clueing anyone in here. just wrinkle your brow in amusement, onlooker. how often do you see something like magic anymore? why not choose to believe it might still be possible?

XCV

march/uninhibited/this day is the sunshine made/for you/dear ones/giving yourself to the flow of feet/of the swell of other people/the street cannot hold you/dear ones/this calculated showing of joy/this/takedown of fear/this/ownership of family/one that is forged/one that is cultivated/less of the conscription of yesterday/now/we take one step forward/and ascend/