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Suitcase of cigarettes… / Towns and Trains

Saffron robes
And a suitcase full
Of cigarettes
Eating past dark

We trade a blue-spotted orange
For bag of salted cashews
In a train compartment
Bound for a jaunty frontier

The garland of marigolds for him
A dried purple bloom
Intertwined within
my battered straw hat

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from Towns and Trains, Sudden poems 2016-2018

Tea in tiny cups… / Towns and Trains

Tea in tiny cups
Hardwood porch, Chiang Mai 4 AM
Shivers with thunders and rain

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from Towns and Trains, Sudden poems 2016-2018

Congress of organisms… / Towns and Trains

Neural pathways exploding
With potential energy
Cataclysm yet to happen
Described by chemistry

Its clear my brain
Wasnt quite connected
Sending misfires
To my legs and ankles
False signals in the rain

Is the heart the centre
Or is it the belly
Populated with a congress of organisms
Manufacturing serotonin

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from Towns and Trains, Sudden poems 2016-2018

Sensei Larry’s Wisdom – Postcard #80

Sensei Larry’s Wisdom

Upon turning 70 years old, Dave’s dear sensei (since a teenage Utah community college stint), Larry Harper (among various monikers) curated 70 items of advice (at request of Annie Dandelion).

As such, between licks by Grateful Dead and master potter Marty Kendall, he riffs the list – ranging from practical to mystical to almost comical, many including nudity and space. Oh, also includes his ethereal autoharp songs (rescued from a ca. 1991 Zzyxz Rd cassette).

Gather some wisdom with:  Sensei Larry’s Wisdom – Postcard #80
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Washes dingy mangoes… / Towns and Trains

From the tribes to Pistol-lock
Safety switched to off
Rails change gauges
Locomotive rusts behind a fence

The Oiler crouches low
With cartridges on hand
Washes dingy mangoes
Water tank strapped low
By silver wheels

3 coins for admittance
Or 17 with dry powder
Ignition proves difficult
With the absence of a fuse

Get your basket to the platform
Before the diesel glows
The wheels stutter, shovels put away
Replaced by urgency

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from Towns and Trains, Sudden poems 2016-2018

Swinging left…

Swinging left
down darkened road
all smiles and wrinkles

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from Hotsprings and Stubbed Toe, Occasional haiku… 1992-2004

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Rest Me Naught

Rest me Naught

The partisans attacked
Shortly after sun dawned
Trapped behind the lines
Two days after the treaty signed

Under grey sky I consider
Am I the last one to perish?
Perhaps the final number
In a redundant skirmish

Papers signed inky in a rail car
I’ll never chance to see
Peace comes for some
But no solace arrives for me

The religious get their rites
Murderers given last meals
I’m ordered a shovel
And to get down on my knees

Night-flashes of lost loves
Forever gone forlorn
First flash of eye glance
Waking early on a first mourn

Distant desperate acts
Seeking a fleeting peace
Unadvised by the muddy
The needy and the weak

Boots and coats removed
To strip last identity
The cold doesn’t sting
As much as anonymity

Trenches are flooded
Mortar shells rest unused
Canteen still has drops
Munitions stockpiled to abuse

Grandmother will never know
When my corpus lays
Flowers will grow eventually
While a Legion prays

I am unknown to no-one
Forgotten by unborn kin
What counts as victory?
Who credits this a win?

No photo in a locket
Soggy letters long left to rot
Telegrams remain unanswered
No lover to forget me not

(All my years for naught)