Stories We Tell Ourselves

Stories we tell ourselves
Being vulnerable is being alive
Explanation often negates the thing itself
Stale like a deflated balloon
The false confidence of  skewed dispositions
Questioning the things that really count

Stories we tell ourselves  
Being vulnerable is being alive
Explanation often negates the thing itself 
Stale like a deflated balloon  

But being vulnerable is being alive
The false confidence of  skewed dispositions  
Stale like a deflated balloon 
Questioning the things that really count 

The false confidence of  skewed dispositions 
Explanation often negates the thing itself 
Questioning the things that really count 
Stories we tell ourselves

Carla Bley at 85

Don't let no five & dime baby wreck your million dollar heart.

Drive-In Theater

The love-making isn’t like it used to be
Back then it was all dazzle and steamed up windows
Everybody’s going at it
Sex was a monumental headache
Revealing all the facts of life 
Traffic had come to a complete stop

The love-making isn’t like it used to be
Back then it was all dazzle and steamed up windows
Everybody’s going at it
Sex was a monumental headache

Back then it was all dazzle and steamed up windows
Revealing all the facts of life
Sex was a monumental headache
Traffic had come to a complete stop

Revealing all the facts of life
Everybody’s going at it
Traffic had come to a complete stop
The love-making isn’t like it used to be

Nocturnal Submission

Each encounter 
with a character of unknown origin, 
this nighttime vision 
so brief in its insistence, 
then vanishing, 
a vague afterimage in its wake;

a flash of illumination, 
then darkness, 
particles of smoke 
ascending into second guessing, 
leaving imagination t
o do the heavy lifting 
of memory.

Longtime Waiting

Illuminated states
Of breathless insights,
Explode-

Then gone,
For long stretches,
Insisting vigilance.