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Space Enhancers

A sign posted in front of the library tells of
no internet service available - good heavens what to do?

the rain has waned the sun is coming on which lends
a never be daunted air and so I mosey on over
to Tompkins Square crooning the living is easy (well sometimes)

tucking into the park -  ah summer city squalor
please step aside I think as I plonk down on the bench
in front of a towering tree that provides a splash of graceful shelter. 
A freshly planted batch of flowers nearby
and their sweet flickering scent are cleansing the air
as I gaze up at a bluebird who has settled on the magnificent tree branch overhead and proceeds to bestow on me a veritable symphony of musicality-
oh sweet mercy - such an array of notes -  abundant blessings abound!
 
the flowers providing a feast of aromatic bliss while bursting iridescent and the bird of blue rendering the air lyrically alive with gentle sound
while the tree gives one and all the breath of living . . .

I take it in and breathe it in and it is good

dear friends many thanks for fortifying the bone to back
and for suffusing my morning with the exquisite. 

And just think they're services are always available

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Lone Folkie

There is a squat/stout duffer in a windbreaker and a Mets cap on the outskirts of the park
playing a rickety 5 string and hoot'in and holler'in.

I have no idea what he is singing. 
There is no discernible melody. 
Every now and then he stops/ freezes/ puts his forefinger in the air
to take some sort of measure
before plunging back into his flailing guitar. 
After another stuttering burst he will stop/
then let loose with an elongated cry to the sky/ 
punk operatic/ style

nobody seems to stop/and listen/he does not have a container for contributions and probably would not get much trade/
he is playing/for his own/self/and that is / enough 
It's/utterly senseless/ wholly out of key. 
Beyond the realm of anything/
resembling cohesive musicality
/rambunctiously obtuse

yet imbued with an innocence that casts proficient excellence into a pallid light. 

His songs/ performance/ like life/ a messy and inconclusive/ thing/

You can have/ your polished practice and Carnegie aspirations/
and make of that an evening/ with class
 
but I like the way this codger lets her rip/ 

this ragged chanteur/
airs it out/ no class/ no talent/ but lotsa / style

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Incompletist

It's all a bit sketchy don't you know what with the RMS and all. 
Formal education and I didn't work out but I was on my way across the country to fulfill my own peculiar
and
particular manifest destiny which at the time (at the time)? was a semi - conscious state of befuddled uncertainty laced with a lack of pragmatics that was nothing short of utter ineptitude. 

(Oh essential humor I laugh to myself now at the notion of then going clear across the country to maintain my standards and my continuous quest for success in failure).

We arrived at the train station and said our goodbyes. 

After you left there was a welling and a filling and at the same time a depletion of air. 
I rushed outside after a constricted couple of minutes to tell you something but you were gone.

I was consistently lacking in effort
and all done and said
pretty consistent in afraid.

I do at times wish that I had more of more
than all this less though
but the wish won't make it so

At a certain point, I guess, we got
uncomfortable around each other. 

I'm glad, though, that I said what I said before you went. 
I will add now that I am sorry I made you nervous.

As I think back right at the now of this
now

I was at a loss

then

and still am

so I'll leave it

at that.

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Read

Read
Trees (solidity presenting)
Fluttering leaves
The light kissed plants merry with the wind free and clean
The rain stream glimmering to
a speckled burst of sun
Gentle easy rolling chuckle of
The sighing creek
Uncluttered sea green
Ah read the ripple (and if you hanker success that day, smell the dirt)
Read
The people prevarications (attendant chicanery) digitally respirating goofed on technology / hope's dilution on endless extension
Read
The blank vista
Cloud proclamations and
Twilights gold riddled clarification
That shall permit languishing

Books and songs have been my
Life's blood
But then it is just schmo/mooks mouthing off
Read
The perfect view point
To watch the world go
Tits up

Soak up your/ time / space /
Up to
This eventual farewell / for now /
Read

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How Bout Knowing Naught

A not so gentle kick in the patooty and sent on
I would prefer to need no recourse to your legal so called expertise and that goes for your medical too I repeat
I'd prefer to do without
Perhaps if you had an inkling of Nietzsche or enjoyed a repast with Schopenhauer but no
It's always no
Perhaps if you had spent some time listening to Debussy or the Saints but again nay
For you it's this monotonous focus on that one area that you have ever so diligently given all your time
and effort schooling on so that you can have the privilege and pleasure
of telling others what's what.
What about doing some leisure spending time among the hills the rocks by and by while a glittering river rolls by
What about it sir?  What about it madam?
Have you lingered much?  Splayed?  Let the time envelope you?  Before it's inevitable dispatch?
Sir?  Madam?
And your listening resolutely lacks unless a colleague of yours speaks
Howsa bout perchance a listen to Lord Buckley? A languor by a Monticelli bouquet?
Remember laughter Remember humor before all this jive irony?
No sir.  No madam.
Your arrogance is preposterous
I shall go to get my fill where the going is going in a matter manner befitting of ease and flow
Where the dream arrives at a (for now) full still...

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Its the Best

he was pouring at the happening and usually there is a fair amount of disdain for the enthusiasts 
who like to sidle up to sample the snacks, libations and what have you goodies.

he was a wisp of fair blond - a hippy kid.

he asked me if I would like him to crack my can of brew
I told him that this was not necessary

I looked at some stuff and listened to some other stuff
trying to maintain a bit of elbow room 
while the crowds swirled and yammered
 biding some time before refill and then I went back for another and he 
cracked this one for me and said "cheers"

I drank it down and went for a walk down the street
I did not want to appear to be too gluttonous so I gave it some minutes

when I resurfaced in the crowded room and foraged thru the groups back to my man
he smiled and said "I grabbed this one at the bottom so that its chilled and now it needs to be shotgunned".

I laughed and retorted with double thumbs up
Impressed that this cat accurately assessed my quench and provided a 
responsive and congenial atmosphere in one that can be rather unpleasant and clannish

my man had it
and I salute him for it
the damn hippy dippy 
had it

kindness

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Kid Hope

The children are being led like cattle across the grounds.  They have yellow life jackets on and are holding on to rings around a rope.  
They are surrounded by grownups (a funny word).  The children chirrup and look blankly around while being led around. 
I go back to my reverie and when I look back one of them has somehow shed the yellow life jacket.  Another grownup points this out in passing to one 
of the minders (another funny) who scuttles back to get it while clamping on to one of the little ones.  Elsewhere on the grounds are 
a number of people taking pictures of themselves (not funny).  The one who broke out of the uniform looks blithely on.  I stir slightly with a glimmer for this ones prospects.  

Little ones it is a good life innit bouncing between a nap and a frolic to a meal and back.  
But before you know it they get ya roped and tethered.  You have provided Inspiration just now.  Luck and Hold.  Don't let the multiple kisses of institutional mort consume you - 
family-school-career-obligations-upkeep more-repeat...  Throw that yoke off!... you are gifted golden just now child ... just now  

Ahhh if only it can remain eternally unvarnished...
if only...
Ah hang in there--

Thanks for the lift kid

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A Good Clean Break

realities routine's are a stone crusher
all of it
the jobs
the relationships
the striving
the failing
the achievements (I'm guessing)
and more begets more
all the do's of you hafeta do
you can get tired beyond exhaustion
tired of your self
your thoughts (if you are inclined to that sort of thing)
and relief is much needed
some quiet 
a long walk 
to 
the middle of
nowhere
some surcease
the compassion of a dog's eyes

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An Elliptical Labyrinth

The morning light has broken
Upon the wall
outside
I watch it sharpen
While sipping coffee
It broadens
over
The walls entirety
Into a full gleaming twinkle
I sip
Feeling the vibration
here
in the concrete hades
Such loveliness

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Winged Ones

Bustling old fella dashing biddly bop by dressed to the nines
with briefcase stuffed under his arm equipped with fixed maniacal grin jabbering to himself while confirming his expressions
to an equally jazzed and jaunty westie he calls Ralph trailing exuberantly behind
let's me know that there are actually still some living beings out there
to learn from