Curtis Goodnight

I was pointing the moon out just the other night
saw my finger instead and  i wondered which was right
cause its looking that way
and not the other looking back
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I was sitting
and there was no you

so I read
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Clear Mind
Know nothing

Still
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wet snow just dumping outside
Zappa's loud and torrential
These beam blocks are slow and 'fiddly'
as the Brits are wont to say.
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Sojourners of those western dualities:
Trained to think" good/bad, beauty/ugly
he/she, this/not this...
Appropriate of course when playing 20 questions
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Note to self:
Honey
It's just a goddamned sunset
If yer gonna cry like that
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Lying in the house of chaos and love
where the morning melted around me
and like a random piece of obsidian
one rock among the gravel shores
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The cobblestones were dark and maybe wet.
And the road was Paris narrow
Like a Rue de Henry Miller
Seen from an Anais window.
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Only-ness tonight is a bit alone:
job played out
and bank account nearly too
and why do i need these reading glasses
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You came for the rest of your stuff yesterday
And pulled the weeds from amongst the columbines.
I watched you in those flower beds.
I helped you pack seasoned river gear.
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Oh my son
please please see- it doesn't at all matter where or in what or with whom- we ultimately choose.
We can choose that light over the dark, joy over the sorrow, creation over angst …
that is what i now know and is why i sit overlooking a busy highway and a busy airport and an agonized snow rots away in the week before christmas
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Everyday i waken to a new effervescence:
Joy of All
or
Poetic Death
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I see her tender hair close on her cheeks
near pierced and pewtered ears.
She has lengthened her body
and felined her features
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Well done Dawn
Well done.
All beauty
and then
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Third grade
Oh God not again!
But...but I have new button shiny
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Hold on heart
and take a broken breath
this thing might go
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so it is 'bout this day and this year and the river that is life takes me yet again
to some other place.

On fifty a man should have gained some grace
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Oh mama
this sun seems some
other planet's
'our new normal'
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Blue to nothingness
peaks fade in and out of that selfsame blue
my rug is a dirty dusty kind of blue.
Some short time ago I too was blue.
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