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Thoughts on the Quell Pain Relief Device.

A shuffle
arms move to some beat
unheard

balance that groove
Lazarus!
Where are your dancing shoes?

caught in the combine
threshed for good measure
set to burn with the miracles and
treasures?

you cant sell your life for
money now and the tomb
you came from
caved in

only stones left
filled with fire and
hands
ripe for throwing
reaching for them.

Then lands the first one for
you to realize
you were never here
never were the whole time.

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Under the shade of the Bradford Pear
the old red dog’s nose down
Insisting something has  been there
Sniffs, snorts, her eyes turning to me
Ringed now in silver and serious.

She must think I am a poor judge of this
Piece of land we’ve carved out and
Declared our own. I am the pitiful
Observer at the end of her leash
Doomed to survive her in what are
Surely her last days now adding
Up to thirteen years plus.

So I let her lead me,

  even in the rain and
The heat that decays because
 I know
Her great heart sees me, and I see her back
Her body trying to betray. She keeps
Moving, stumbles, keeps moving,
Loves with all her understanding
anyway
This broken man somehow a
Stranger to the world around him

lifting her back up gently
  from the center. Gently with

no thought of death, ignoring pain.

Not for the first time
Under the Bradford Pear
I send up some heavy prayers
Asking whomever lives up there
To make this thing called a soul
Inside me
Love without condition, like her
To let the light shine out from me
for once and forever and
See completely inside the
Temple of the dog

Live forever in the lifting of the fog.

Sunontiepost 2015
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No shout to come forth
Is needed today
Where the sun shines so
Complete and in the wind
Is
” A miracle”, he says
then stepping boldy
From the garage in.
Halos of smoke
Looking strong in the
Doorway
Reaches his hands towards
Heaven and swears
No pain. No pain at all.

What spirit did this?
Hiding beneath a stone
Maybe
that’s just one place
It, she, he
Calls home.

I think we need to
Keep looking
Look closer, look
Everywhere
You see
I’m not sure he lives, at least,
Not like he once did and
There will be those who
Cry foul.

Lazarus! Your good
Fortune offends
Somehow!

So maybe

Choke them with their own
Ties so they scream
For a Jesus who has
Left the station to bless
The burning trails of a
Failing nation
And ask for the hatchet
of its legislation
Be buried alongside the
Soulless corporations

So we can get on with this
Beautiful day.

Amen?

         Sunontiepost
          Copyright 2015

That thought I can’t follow to it’s end breaks like water

with the force of the sea

onto cold rocks and drifts away leaving me in the

fog and mist baptized against

any certainty.

~~~~~~~

My eyes sweep the floor as if your

words could fall and be found arranged

so when I get to the

ground

I will scramble to put them together

tell you what you want to know

You see me do this and it’s a place

you know you can’t go.

Just know that the love has not been burned

out of me.

but, one more thing…

~~~

In this place I swear at the devil

on approach in his long black coat as

he dangles a silver garrote

moves very close

makes me promises

wants me to choke on my pride

make me painless

live or die how I want

If I would just say some words for him.

Pain. It’s the only thing.

I know not to answer, try to look away, except

he  put his arm around me when all I wanted was to be like the man I was once or thought I was or was I dreaming and dreaming of… what am I now ?

the devil gets his last words in, “one in the pipe waiting for you mother fucker see you soon!”

Fire and lightning run through me.

~~~~~~~

I will stand up again to tell you

what I’ve learned

even though I lost your words

I am certain that by

love , we don’t always know

what we’ve been saved from …

Sunontiepost

copyright 2015

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In the day room it is common
to catch one talking to the wall
the one with the clock.
There is something to be said for
observing time this way.
Not with words.

I move to the window, I don’t know if
It’s March or April, but contemplate the
rain anyway in the morning, it might still
be May of another year
or later
I can’t remember
today Her name was something
I could not put up with
this evening
Her hands take careful measure
making sure I see the way she snaps
the tarot cards down,
like a glass in a drinking challenge
I think
then I get her name from the air
Hope
and she says I could love you but I won’t
tells me I’m already tethered to the natural
world by the spirit of the wolf and adds
not for the first time
my heart leaps into the wind
on black wings, so fuck you
she says to me
lastly, looking down
Visiting hours are over
so I make my way quietly
across the room under the
nurses eye
towards the pouring rain
in whatever month it falls
It falls on us all,
lovely broken creatures.

Janis bounces past doorways

Like a honey bee

Softly, sampling each sweet note

In her head, only she can hear.

Her wild hair bounces

Its half length as if trying to

Grasp at the blue plumes of

Her cigarette smoke

snaking around her head.

Her shadow dives, spins and

Slides along the half lit corridor as

Janis echoes the lie she sang

about nothing left to loose and tries

to find her key.

All the colors first slightly blend,
Janis through the door again,
gold exploding in her head
between the wall and hotel bed

radio, dark night
forever.

Copyright 2012 *Sunontiepost           Janis Joplin Official Site

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