Everybody says
they won’t do that again
they all say, they won’t do that thing again
I know it’s true
but I forget it now and then
Nobody says
I’m telling you a lie
they never say, they’re telling big fat lies
Can’t tell the truth
and they don’t even try
Some people take
and some just give away
Some people take all that you give away
You got my love
And you just took that on away
Everybody says
they won’t do that again
they all say, they won’t do that thing again
I know it’s true
but I forget it now and then

B__
(thanking Hannah for the Mississippi John Hurt)

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the dim dawn startled her
like walking into daylight
from a movie matinee
time playing tricks again
she stumbled over nothing
caught herself and stayed
upright, too tired to fall
with none of the raw fear
that brought her here
all adrenaline and energy
departed hours ago.
She thought a little wryly
it would be too much
to fall and crack her empty
head after all those hours
and finding nothing wrong.
She still felt like a fool
no matter what they said
a little joke better wrong
to think you’re dying than
wrong to think you’re not.
The clerk who checked her in
was leaving fumbling in
her purse and pulling out
a pack of cigarettes. The
man who mopped the
floor around her feet
while she waited hours ago
was waiting at the bus stop,
and an ambulance was
drifting in, no siren on,
no rush. And she had
an urge to call someone
and say I’m still alive.

This city’s not always lovable
it has its days of hatefulness
and is often out of sorts
It’s grown self-satisfied, and
in fact, over-grown its bounds
gotten sloppy and careless.
Still, we’ve been together
over sixty years now, and
I guess that’s attachment.

I never managed vowel rehabilitation
Where I am from, we tend to extend
While not from the deep and sleepy
south, dreamy, very southern south
I am a trifle sluggish in my speech
makes haiku of a word or two
and reading books to tape
a grand illusive thought
imagine some arena
my words begin
some weeks
before
they
tail
aw
a
y

capers the farseeing scrivner, a man with a gift and  a curse,

had a shack with its back on the alley

that ran behind Muffin’s Emporium,  a somewhat odd building perched, round a s turtle, dead on the wouthwestern corner of the place known as

scofflaw square

“poems Promptly written” read the sign above the door, although few of the customers who came to capers could appreciate the information.

Horace Muffin was a careful man, precise and thorough.  every morning when he opened the emporium, he placed in a pocket of the sign in his window a list of things he intended to accomplish during the day and a list of things he would need to do on his way home.  At the end of the day, when he turned the sign around, so that it read Closed to the rest of the world and told Horace Muffin that the world beyond his window was now Open for him, he would remove both lists, and stand for a minute, perusing them and contemplating the things he had accomplished and wondering how it could be that he had not taken care of everything on the list.

Then he would close the shades in the windows, check that he had doused all open flames, and let himself out into the night.

In the tidy shack across the alley, Capers would be preparing his evening meal, most likely to be a small potato, boiled; a piece of cold bacon, a good hunk of yellow cheese, and an apple

later I shall tell you about capers’ home, the door with four hinges, and the outhouse in his landlord’s garden, accessible only by way of the shack’s south garden window.

and I will tell you about capers’ mother and her oracular relatives and the inordinate number of orphans residing in the area surrounding scofflaw square.  and perhaps if you are very good you will hear about the orphanage.  That is, the Goode Orphanage.  We will not be discussing the other Home, which was in no way good.

She changed her mind.

Leaning down, almost intimately, she looked him in the eye and spoke, softly.  “I’m going to tell you a secret.”

Stepped behind his chair, and put a hand on his shoulder, as if to hold him there, in place.

Whispered, stirring the fine hairs on his ear.  “Remember today.  When you are about to have your last thought, when you are tied to a chair in a cheap motel, and the gun is touching your head, I want you to remember you could have stopped it all.  But you won’t, and since you won’t, know now that this will be your last thought:  you don’t walk on a friend, and you don’t cheat a dealer.”

She kissed the top of his head, a loud smack in the still room, and left.

That was the day life became interesting.

Once, I was all but convinced that there would come a morning when I would wake, not in the same bed in which I had gone to sleep the night before, but in my own past.  With a second chance.  I even knew the most likely time and place because so few points in my life hold strong sense memory, one stands out.  It would have been a little too late for changing the person I am at root, but from that morning waking in a strange bed, with brilliant May sunlight on an amber wood floor and the smell of toast and coffee, the sound of women’s voices in the next room, and a television with distressed excitement telling of death I could make a better beginning.

“Hey. You seen Baby?”
“Whose baby are you looking for, Christmas? My girls are both at home with their mama, and if Shan has gotten around to finishing off her production, nobody has told me about it.”
“Lee, I know you are not stupid. That means you’re just being an ass. I’m looking for that little foreign girl comes in here all the time. You know who I’m talking about. I just can’t get her name. Baby.”
“Bousseh.”
“Bossy. Baby. Whatever. I need to talk to her. Where is she?”
“Dammed if I know, Christmas, I haven’t seen her.”

Ever notice when you’re having trouble sleeping just how strangely your mind can begin working? This morning–puns. Guess it was because of the upcoming surgeries that I had EYES in mind. Wound up with the idea for a series of bad pun mystery novel titles. Fr instance: Eyes and Snow, Eyes Cubed, Eyes Teased, Eyes Stand Corrected, My Myself and Eyes, Eyes Cubed, Eyes Slash, Eyes Surrender. And on and on. Then there came the Teas: Iced Tease, Tease and Sympathy, Tiny Little Tease, Black Tease, Green Tease. And Snow: (a spin off from the Eyes and Snow story) Snow Business: Show Business, Snow’s Shoes, Snow on the Ground, Snow in the Forecast, Snow Matter. The worst of the lot were the icing puns EyeSing and the Body Electric, EyeSing on the Cake, Of Thee EyeSing. yesss, I did get up in the middle of the damn early morning and write down all of those–and more.