some people ask
what’s going on in my head
not understanding
the visions colliding
colors mixing
the home fire’s choking
oh no no…
my thoughts running
from the day to day
where I’m nowhere
found in the lost
© chuck a stetson 2012
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Torn Sails
he said:
corral that boat boys
go out on the ocean
you and your brother
riding wind, rain and laughter
to ports yet visited
a voyage not for me
for I set sail long ago
© chuck a stetson 2012
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The Last Rodeo
she’s a cowgirl lassoing
one last remembrance
from a roundup of many
beneath a full moon
over trails traveled
back and forth
searching for some cowboy
corralled, hogtied and saddled
readied for their rodeo —
her last rodeo of the season
© chuck a stetson 2012
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Figments
born on a rock
needing to fly
Frances waves off the night
Albuquerque to Santa Fe
sunrise’s pending rhythm
a golden cage of
creosote tumbling
dried yucca burning
tampico tethering her
to the purple arroyo
of what was
the look in her eyes
under the dark moon’s doubt
somewhere in the desert
she’s shapeshifting
shuffling her freedom
from Connecticut whispers
Everglade expectations
sunk in houseboats
she once cleaned
in her loving mind
caught beyond sundown and pale sky
husband number one
the devil inside
a dope smuggler comedian
high on delusions
low on brains
husband number two
a frozen artist
lost in sky shadows
cast upon the valley
of petroglyphs and pictographs
and the deaf god laughing
hears Frances plotting
one more escape
throwing it all away
somewhere in her heart
husband number three
a magnificent mirage
caught in the wind
© chuck a stetson 2012
* published, Fictionique 5-2-12
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Broken Wing
crazy blackbird in the dead of night
faking flight on broken wing
turning left, turning right
your life’s song
an incognito melody
sung in the pouring rain
crazy blackbird with sunken eyes
peering through the widow’s window
hears a bluebird layin’ down a lotta soul
loud sounds melting and fading
wave phases of hazy cosmic jive
in double four time uninterrupted
fly crazy blackbird fly
past a scatter of forever echoes
before the faded jaded sun arises
and the widow walks towards the sea
those same oceans in your head
their winds blowin’ misdirection
drifting beyond played hand
ashes to ashes or something like that
in the light of the midnight dreary
cowering in the run around
crazy blackbird’s moment to be free
falls apart between worlds
impossible to reach
with broken wing
© chuck a stetson 2012
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