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As it is the way with me, I have the car prepped by individuals whose love of the industry has acquired a rather peculiar name, "Grease Monkey."
I have no understanding of vehicles or their inner makings of their encasement under the hood the concepts of an engine. Repairing a flat tire, or locking the keys in the car, whereto, I leave it to AAA for its resolve.
Now the picture is made clear, the vehicle industry is one subject matter, when it comes to my person, I have little to no interest.
Now we're heading back to the Bay Area, and the four of us have some great conversations, lots of laughing, funny incidences in housekeeping.
I drove up to let all three off at Derek's place and waited in my car, as Derek went to retrieve his car. Jane and I shared some new news and there was no mention of that store incident, though it dwells in the back of our heads.
Derek drove to my driver's window, and I said I was going off to work, and I drove away and off to work I went, as they got into Derek's car till I was unable to see them.
We,
with the geometry and evening
balance of our midcentury hands—gently
lower the cloche over the day between us. It is a
nightly ritual, gravity-driven, habit built over time, the glass
encasement marred by scars, and etched with near misses and
necessary compromises. Wonder, so many watch television at night.
Kitchen, near day's end, is the stage for our theatrics, still. Air thick with
the leftover residue of last Tuesday's scorching argument. You, a curator of moments, gather the burnt-up bits—stashing away the evaporated passion, a vanishing act of expiration, of measured moves. The charry air becomes clear, in your reconciliation of memories, each crumb meticulously stored in the up-turned folds of your apron; emptiness of your hollow apologies leaving barely any room,
like
this
room.
I, the confessor of too many honesties, carry the weight,
of your name, in vain, in vow, and in vino. Everything spilled
forth, laid obesely bare on the altar of pragmatism. Evening air
saturated with palatable confessions, invidious revelations, each night creates constant courses filled with serving upon relentless serving of burdens of truths, neither of us wants to swallow. Archivists of these vacant instants, overfilled platters of reconciled destinies, we keep the pledges we intoned in the chapel of sincerity, their headstrong mantras resonating with the gods of practicality. In the end, the bitter-sweet dessert of marriage is plated, seasoned
with the complexities of shared history,
leaving the aftertaste of our combined lives lingering on my tongue.
Oranges encased in Orange
Grape clusters gather together
Minions purple encasement raisins
dancing in the sunlight dried out
from lack of rain
Red apples sweating crying tears in vain
Grapefruit red inside
Red are those the apples that read
My fruit of my heart my soul does know
Oranges encased in Orange
Red worms read their last rites
Before being eaten by a fish
Fruit sadden vegetables beets bleeds
Grape clusters gather together
Minions purple encasement raisins
dancing in the sunlight dried out
Red are those the apples that read
My fruit of my heart my soul does know
Oranges encased in Orange
12/8/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Before the guns and bombs were made
the clubs and fists were swung
names for numbers now we trade
the senseless turned all numb
crumbled blocks broken down
create, destroy, rebuild
a three ringed circus paints a town
the crop gives up its yield
when fields demark a hospital
operations carry hope
what's kept for some is lost for all
descent, a slippery slope
the yoke is held on common ground
the round encasement smoked
logic is stuck on what was found
when starched and staunch men spoke
to quote with quaint eloquence
will mask whose fate was sealed
an absence of benevolence
when truths have been revealed.
The question itself begs interpretation,
The word 'where' concealing so many implications
Is this 'where' a physical place, or state of mind?
Perhaps it's with a higher consciousness aligned?
Boston, London, Paris, or Rome? Cairo, Lisbon, Moscow, or Gnome?
Were you abroad? Were you at sea? Were you in space? --Or just at home?
Perhaps you were in Timbuktu, or basking in the ambience of Xanadu,
Sailing away on pink Chablis, sipping winter-blossom chartreuse tea.
The word itself is a siren, inviting by utterance unimaginable peregrinations
Of connotations, demarcations, gesticulations, imprecations--divinations!
Fathomless depths, layers of meaning, shells of encasement, particulars
beaming:
'Here' is in 'where,' and so is 'were.' Were you here? Where? Posibilities
teeming..
Not to mention 'Ere' and 'Rhee:' Ere you were here, where were you, Rhee?
Ah, Rhee, my bold, my courageous, my daring--yet compassionate Draupadi.
Now ere I bid this poem adieu: Where were you in the 70s is the question.
Hmmm. I can't really say. Forgive me, please, this slight indiscretion.
orange devil went down to reserve a clown
he promptly found confusion in stereo sound
first time in the dreaded basement of hell fire’s encasement
clown in entertaining mode flashed devil a warning code.
mo one else likes me halfway this much.
soI have decided to stay with my friend Clutch.
it’s your opportunity to go up levels, orange devil said.
no, clown replied. I am glad that I here, truly dead.
clown taught orange devil a lesson that significant day.
attitude is everything, please leave. Honey, just go away!
devil decided to open his closed up horizons too.
began leveling up, toward the sky and land of the blue.
Letting go of the encasement of amber.
You are now free to explore physical things.
Letting go of the muddled emotions.
You are now free to explore clear precise feelings.
Letting go of the paradoxes of dualities.
You are now free to explore unified mental dimensions.
Letting go of the fear of dark dreams.
You are now free to explore in the light.
Letting go of the babblings of languages.
You are now free to explore rich deeper sounds.
Letting go of the tangled past relationships.
You are now free to explore clean open connections.
Letting go of the out of control causes.
You are now free to explore effluent effects.
Pedestal tables: above a bright light.
Pedestal tables: a glow of soft white.
Scattered though even gracefuly bloom.
Elegant tables around a great room.
Chairs on their precipice
tucked to their tables.
Pensive and inclined
like horses in their stables.
Plants Hanging poignant;
green and cut back.
Filling a ballroom
with quaint and with smack.
Off to one side
an encasement of donuts.
Monitors, tv's
and ads for us grownups.
Muffins and cookies
that brown to a gloss.
Baked at three-fifty
and checked by the boss.
Pots of black cofffee
served fresh by the minutes.
Enough for us all.
Right up to the kibitz.
Brown peaked hats
adorn those who beam.
The men and the women.
of The Tim Horton's Team.
Woody cologne caresses me, your fatherly comfort
Stirs corpsed compartments of stiff collar protector
Control and my frenetic force combine, triumphant
Curled in cream leather, exhaust drips peach nectar
Our lunching laughs echo in establishments of stature
Plate sized steak gorging has gregarious wine support
Irk of nostalgic nubile incessantly scratches my rapture
Emboldened blend makes mockery of standard thought
Furtive frowns from fellow diners behind glasses gossip
Solid gold arrogance asserts benefit blatantly displayed
Societal stable unharnessed, blurred in break out gallop
Crossing the line wins sustain disdain for lifestyles staid
Ocean boulevard show emits stadium raucous applause
Celebrated red car salatious, shouting salt can't catch us
Elite earnings erase enforced judgement, smudging laws
We cruise past calm cove, masts middle finger up status
Fresh blood Ferrari parks grumpy, subground clot cements
Your apartment arranged for everlasting afternoon lust fest
Ruptures my role of freewilled friend, raunch to commence
Aerobics of limber mayhem, loosened make-up, not just yet
Smug exhibits itself on you, bosom blooming, smile swollen
Why are you weird; response is, "Let's make a small detour"
Perhaps a chance to sunbathe bikini clad hasn't been stolen!
Side by side basking serves as a mismatched stamina cure!
Sixth floor nominate instead of eighth arouses sudden angst
Silver keys silence, you push them to my palm with a flourish
This mystery door surely won't submit, a magic rabbit yanked
Wave glint water pours in wall width windows, sun encouraged
"Enjoy, it's in your name," your announcement deep sea drowned
Overwhealmed by involuntary screams, my violent claws attached
Cling to your hull, oyster oppurtune splits old and new, pearl found
Levered apart, rough encasement heart slides out, gratitude hatched
27th Febuary 2026
rewritten by further reality
May 2020 was first version imagined
my moment of peace, completely at ease,
the maths is done, my journey has begun,
the value of money, was there any?
house I paid for, and my luxury car,
results of my toils like serpentine coils,
slithering down rusty road I have known,
do not call me priests, saints or atheists,
they interest me not! now? not the least!
here is the moment of final revealing,
to reach God, one does not need to be kneeling,
breath by breath life’s every truth comes through,
the flesh is as false as shadow it throws!
do not hold me with tears of endearments,
let me go! hold me not in love’s encasement,
call me not sobbing with voice so high,
nor recount my days with anguish and sigh,
I see divine glow of the distant lights,
I have no more thoughts, no more desires,
let fleeting life put out its own fires!
is this destination gate? much feared death?
I am at peace! I surrender my breath!
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Written 29/04/2021
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