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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 30, 2011, 12:46 am

Vodka Dave

standing in the breadline on Saturday morning

When I looked back then he was there
Vodka Dave and his soul to save
With a rosary round his neck
And what that fuzz was was that hair
That bristled from him everywhere
In the breadline there behind me

Where someone there gave Vodka Dave
A Holy Bible to libel
His drinking because such a wreck
He was one does not look away
And he was thinking of drinking
Able to under the table

I tried not to let him find me
Alone with trouble of my own
And yet he did his id his breath
His hidden bitterness stinking
Unanswered questions in the air
Somewhere between vodka and death

Some things one does not come thinking
Of for the love of Saturday
Morning with no warning that way
His trouble mine in the breadline
When there Vodka Dave was nowhere
Somewhere between vodka and death

The line moved up and I moved on
When I looked back then he was gone

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 24, 2011, 6:17 am

Looking at Clouds and Thinking About You

entre nous


Looking at clouds and thinking about you
Wishing I were better and wittier
I wonder if you think about me too
Who make these clouds look even prettier

Knowing I am not but hoping you do

We would be us if my wish could come true
If wishes were horses beggars would ride
I know even so though since I have tried
Looking at clouds now I see you somehow


When we talk about meaning we mean us
We who mean something to someone who mean
Everything with nothing but love between
We who have nothing but love between us

Meaning we should be in love with us now
One could say

Or two would do like me and you when we
Talk about meaning then mean us to be
With nothing between us but love we know
Love follows after by night before day

Balanced in equipoise after before
Now is when


Thinking then about us now thinking of
The meaning of now as thought of from then
We are the meaning to come as we go
And when we are then we are now again

Forever could never be better for
Being or seeing than now when I see
How now is enough nor would I ask more
Than to be for what is always to me

And we are again when we are now then
Once again
When one could say anyway once again
Now is when


Looking at clouds now and seeing when love
Looks back from always how could we doubt us?
Looking at clouds and thinking about you
Seeing believing no doubt about us

Knowing you think then about me now too
Now and then

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 22, 2011, 10:41 pm

Book of Secrets

(until today)

I looked in a book of secrets and read
"Raped by the church youth director" it said
To my age a line of mine from a page
Of my youth and the truth but hideous

A trace of that place so insidious
So how before now when nothing more shocked
Until someone snapped then the doors were locked

And everyone had to keep quiet then

Or someone would get in trouble again
At the direction of the director
Each of the directed an inspector

Trapped in a sad place sick and mad and dark
Where life was bad there my choices were stark
So I kept quiet and faded away
Not knowing what to say (until today)

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 19, 2011, 10:02 pm

A Blossom Toward the Sun

In the nature of an experiment
I like to find out how high I can get
Out of my mind now I get to forget

I like to be as far as eye can see
When I can remember who I am then
As I was and am and will be and yet
Not as I was then but I am now when
I like now and like how it looks on me
As I try on a new reality
And the lotus unfolds to my surprise

Transcending fear by love beyond regret
Now this is the way I pray how today
A blossom toward the sun I turn to rise
Through tonight to the light I never met
Before to more to bloom with room to grow
Where having always wondered there to know
After the laughter up up and away

I soar beyond where the darkness can go
To find happiness or else where it went
In the nature of an experiment

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 16, 2011, 10:19 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1476:
The Few We Always Knew

that kind of friends

Psychosis is no joke is far too serious for me
In my paranoid schizophrenic bipolarity
(Type 1) begun forever ago for never ending

But you might smile awhile to know me and be befriending
Me even how I am now even though now and again
A little mad you had to know though always even then
Just wanting to be happy just like you get by get through
The bad times to the good and to be understood when you
Then see me from another point of view though you might see
How I am now but even so you see how we might be
That kind of friends that never ends for in nor out of mind

For those who have it all or chose to leave it all behind
Or who got left who are bereft of something anyway
To be the few we always knew we had to know someday

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 14, 2011, 6:19 pm


I could call my life a disappointment but
I would prefer to speak of the surprise of what
Happens to happen as what is meant to be

If not a disappointment then the surprise
In my eyes of what happens happening to me
Not knowing but going if out of my mind

When opened by surprise then my eyes can see
What goes around coming full circle as I find
Now to fall again is how I turn to rise

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 12, 2011, 5:55 pm

Calling Across the Void

fifty-six lines on lines at fifty-six


I always knew I would never be rich
Just because I could never be the b-tch
Of anybody but was here for me

So I have said to myself in my head
It hurts but I could get used to the pain

No axes to grind with nothing in mind
Nothing but nothing nobody to blame
Just be and write about it as I do


To see the rosebud open as it grows
When by my being I am here for you
As who I am until I am no more

To be and do though I could not explain
What now but how to allow you instead
When being has been and doing is done

Then by my doing to find it the game
Of being to find out what the rose knows


Seeing if maybe by seeking I find
The magic word that opens like a key
From then and there bringing to now and here
Something to bring everything from nothing

Like something I remember I forgot
Unready to remember until now

Like when something was and then it was not
As if though it was not it was somehow


It hurts but I could get used to the pain
For something that seems like it could be true
And seemingly seeking for me to see
No way out of here but to love through fear

There is no profit in this sort of thing
None I suppose but the word of the rose

But this means more to me than anything
My sign by which it would if it could be


Something to believe in then afterward
When only afterimages remain
Before I find what I was looking for
In the dark mirror none but love the one

Speaking to my mind by calling across
The void between a prophet and a loss

The prophet blinded could not see what came
When the loss became the profit to come


And speaking its mind the loss left behind
Where the laughter of love was overheard
As if something was though something was not
What yesterday as today is the same

Of the stuff of always the thing of some
The sum of something then I once forgot

Where a rose calling across the void knows
Now I remember here though at ember


And should the rose remember me again
Love would be good to know in December

It hurts but I could get used to the pain
After the laughter once more like before
The game when the rose names the magic word
After the fear the love I remember

There is no profit in this sort of thing
But this means more to me than anything

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 12, 2011, 1:13 am

As You Send Me Away

You told me to get the f-ck out of your car
That you never want to see my face ever again

But whatever I am is whatever you are
Whenever I am gone I know you miss yourself then
And though you do not care that I die you say
It is as if I do now as you send me away

A kiss to miss the bother of your father when
The wheel turns back and someone does this to you someday

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 10, 2011, 2:59 am

Love Note

I have two pencils sharpened just in case
Should one not do what two are supposed to
But one place at a time in time and space
Through where I am to when what I would do

As someone who has learned how now is when
It is then now and again the hard way
As one who would do something good somehow
With one good chance someone who hopes for two

It is there I am here where now is how
My time and space now at this time this place
Here then when always is there it is now
Where yesterday tomorrow came today

Two pencils sharpened but one thing to say
My way now when I say how I love you

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 8, 2011, 2:39 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1475:
Just Passing Through

It was Amerigasm in the Plaza again
Involving men with motorcycles but without sleeves
The long weekend confused me as to what day it was
After when the Street Fair ends and everyone else leaves
Before the autumn leaves blow after they go away
Might be more the time to write a quiet poem then
Not before these men and motorcycles have their say

But I can walk a long way on four Tootsie Pops and so
I go with love and leave fear here to do what it does
One in my hand and three more in my pocket left to go
Nowhere in particular but out and about it
Might be an adventure although after I might doubt it
Who never know before I go not quite so I do
Not coming from nor going to but just passing through

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 6, 2011, 12:07 am

Reality Swings

five of them


I love when we speak in our riddles and
Then in spite of that when we understand
How everything is always understood
Now in our equipoise here between good
And evil one thing and another to
Pull down the pillars of dichotomy
That everyone is dying to live for
When we must be slaves live then to die free


You start to notice things after awhile
Invisible elephants in the room
Like the window just now in the hallway where
Yesterday how just a blank wall was there
Before today a blank expression then
Though certainly looking like certainty
As if tomorrow had come yesterday
And answering always should someone ask when


But if someone would I know I could be
If not forever for now anyway
An eyewitness to wrinkling reality
A crinkling of its curtain like a smile
Asking me about my reality
Does it swing could it sing does it have a beat
I could dance to should I get a chance to
And would I if it were something to eat?


Not making haste is a matter of taste
Mindfulness makes it more interesting
And something if I could I would dance to
Should I write tomorrow from today to say
Assuming nothing but now I presume
Turning between the learning and the burning
To eat with a beat what can sing and will swing
My way when reality swings for me


I know what you mean when I am here with you
For now anyhow then here you are today
Where yesterday was there tomorrow to soar
In the in between anyway with me
Up in the sky undersea or overland
For anywhere anyone ever may be
Here we are now everywhere as hand in hand
We understand each other more and more

Where we go together even when we come apart
You are always with me on the inside of my heart

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 3, 2011, 7:05 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1474:
Mousie and Her Million Mice Behind

for Lindsey my biographer and for the bullied everywhere

I used to have imaginary friends
Of the unimagined hardly any
Like Mousie and her million mice behind

Protecting their means preserving my ends
From bullies who might stop us on the street
On the way home from school or the unkind
In general of which there were many

She was a rubber cat toy with a bell
And just in case she also had a squeak
By which she spoke to my encouragement
Mousie solidarity so to speak

Tucked in my pocket no bully could tell
Mousie went with me wherever I went
A million mice behind us should we meet

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 30, 2011, 12:48 am

Hang On

dum spiro spero

I love everybody the way they are
Nor do I preach or have something to sell

I am somebody who stares at a star
Somebody who does not believe in hell
Going there seems to be going too far
To me enough trouble hanging on now
And heaven enough with others here who
Like me believe we can hang on somehow

The breadline stands the first three Saturdays
Of the month but never those beyond that
Third the deadline always of breadline days

And I can do it I can get through it
But when the breadline reaches trinity
Then I despite what my poverty says
Recover the lost cost of dignity
Discover a happier habitat
From this particular generalize
On a Saturday numbered more than three

Though it takes me awhile to realize
And I may not believe it I am free
To stare at a star and to make it mine
And let the breadline go on deadline day

To forget it to know it let it go
When Saturday comes then go right on by
Go without but at least outside the line
So when I do not go is when I know
I do as who I am as free to be
Able to do it when I get to it
Get through it again and then get away

When I do there what they tell me where I
Who once did well then did good now do fine
Three Saturdays a month until I die

Hanging on and hoping and muddling through
Just us to hang on to hope for the best
The bipolarity of me and you
Not really manic if really depressed
But if you stare at stars with open eyes
You see them fall but you can see them rise

And we can hang on and get through this too
Remembering love forgetting the rest

Hang on

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 29, 2011, 1:31 am

The Nearaway Faded Red Store

amo ergo sum

Well I walked up to the nearaway faded red store
Today because the faraway was too far for me
For big Zig-Zag papers and was able to get more
Thanks to my son Teddy and his generosity
On a Sunday in the dog days a beautiful day
And the marijuana man is on his way

Always before forever I never would have been
Now wondering if blundering I rise as I fall
Let down I get up again within the now and then
I wonder when I ever get anywhere at all
Once you know you have to go but I went anyway
Not knowing so not having to on Sunday

I would always be as I have never been before
As I love therefore I am if temporarily
Where the nearaway faded red store then would have more
When nearaway is far enough away there to be
Amo ergo sum with or without relationships
With an open heart and a smile on my lips

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 25, 2011, 11:11 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1473:
Rising Toward the Light

Labor Day 2011
solidarity forever

Fearing us holding us down and back by body or by soul
At war on the poor by propaganda and starvation
What conservatives seem to seek to conserve is their control

They know our day is coming of righteous indignation
And realizing how we rise they hate us all the more
To see the dignity of those with dreams worth fighting for

As echoes in their echo chambers having had their say
Their fearful day our night they fear but may not disallow
The now and realize we rise to sweep them all away

When we rise then and surprise them when the ones they sat upon
The shat upon start standing up to be counted as free
When we know our day is coming then their night is almost gone

The night is long with all the wrong that wounds us from the right
But we are left the stronger for it rising toward the light

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 23, 2011, 2:56 am


The bread is only a day or two stale
Because it was frozen a month now or two
What it is like is how it tastes to fail
But standing here in the breadline to get it
You get it the hard way get by to get through

Will that old lady be preaching today
Who wanted us all to get on the bus?

No: she was sick so they took her away
They said look away when she made a fuss
When prodded like cattle we just stood there when
We wanted to go but we had to stay
When they spoke with their voice of authority
Without addressing us trying to say
When she was just dying to be something then
Though lying that we had nothing to see

We see anyway but on Saturday
Morning is when we stand in the breadline again

To get it the hard way get by to get through
Then to forget how much you regret it
Like doing something you just have to do
And when I say you I mean me and not you
But it gets to you then if you let it

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 18, 2011, 7:22 am

As If

I found love but lost it along the way
Gone the wrong way because I was afraid
And in the ambiguity between
In incongruent continuity
A sense of suspense in a ready state

Somehow alone now I wonder someday
As time keeps returning a steady rate
Of return when the time to turn has come
About love if hypothetically
And if it should be that I could find some
As if not denied but only delayed
And as if someone could know what I mean

As if not too late for a turn of fate
To lose love but find it along the way
The long way when always is in between
Tomorrow and yesterday only when
Today is the only now and again

Fate turned away once and left me for dead
After the universe turned for the worse
To turn out for the better anyway
As if it had to turn worse than it was
Turning around and returning instead
As if from behind to come out ahead
And turn out for the best then when it does

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 17, 2011, 12:33 pm

I Hope So Anyway

To smoke a joint and get the point
Would be enough for me
A can of beans and what it means
Should be as I could be
By simplicity of living
Known by necessity
Necessarily forgiving
Not one to disappoint

Looking to be happy somehow
Just looking after all
But someday looking back at now
Today as yesterday
A little great however small
I hope so anyway

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 14, 2011, 11:53 pm

Thank You My Friends

Not outside my head but inside instead
A cymbal sound like a circular saw
Cutting to the chase of natural law
Like sunset and sunrise cycling the sky
Turns like I do only natural to
Sizzle with the rhythm burn to the beat
Of my own heart told by my empty hand

Come in for the light but stay for the heat
That never begins till forever ends
But waits there in the dark for me and you
With the living instead of with the dead
Where it is easier when we are friends
For both our sakes then as we wonder why
And two is who it takes to understand

Come in for the night as we wait and see
And thank you my friends for visiting me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 14, 2011, 1:55 am

No Time

I remember a war on poverty
But that was before this war on the poor
And any way I look at it I lost

But I can see this is not about me
Or anybody human anymore
When corporations count and count the cost

Corporations are people too they say
No time for the poor in the USA

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 12, 2011, 6:16 am


The arc of a spark in the dark
We know as we are known
The secret signal of the light
Across a lonely sky

The disappointment of the night
Because the day passed by
Made better as by touch of hands
We know then the unknown

When someone sees who understands
And we are unalone

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 11, 2011, 8:18 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1472:
Happy Birthday Everyone

Happy Birthday to my son
And then to another one
A grandmother my father
Two former in-laws other
People born in August too
Many people maybe you
Must forgive me I regret
If I should not remember

Though I never could forget
When August turns September
That what I would say and do
Then when all is said and done
Is wish all and each of you
Happy Birthday Everyone

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 5, 2011, 8:29 pm

If Counterintuitively

It used to be the princess and the pea
Was how it was and because it was me
Who was if counterintuitively
To play the princess in the story when
I was to I was very wary then
Of anything that might have bothered me
For anyone who might have mothered me
In the wrong story again and again
When mattresses of my mind smothered me

Othering myself my self othered me
So I came to become another one
Became some other someone else begun
Someone not very wary anymore
Because no princess while meanwhile the pea
With no one left then to be wary for
Bothered by nothing and mothered by none
In its own story becoming to be
Was me if counterintuitively

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 2, 2011, 6:54 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1471:
Into the Dark Tonight

for my children

I will carry your love with me into the dark tonight
So that I know I go from love to love from light to light
When I will remember your love in December I will
Be with you then as you are with me now I will be still

And though the world grow cold and I grow old I will be there
Because of love because to love is to be everywhere
To be there for the fall nor will I leave you after all
Because of love because to love is to be everyone
And everything and always never ending just begun
Another way those who know say and so to love again

But all I know is I will always love you even then
Nor will I leave you after all but be there for the fall
So that I know I go from love to love from light to light
I will carry your love with me into the dark tonight

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 31, 2011, 10:10 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1470:
When Tomorrow Never Came

When sinking down at the crossroads of neither and nor
Interjected to the intersection of the two
By rejection say or by dejection anyway

After the happy ever after and yet before
Finding out what it was one was to be happy for
But minding by the laughter it was something worthwhile

One who knows what it does now when it goes how it was
I suppose the only thing to do is what I do

And eyes begin to rise then to either and to or
When lips find they must follow them and curl up to smile
A sonnet on it in the end and so to transcend
Whatever if it ever was it was in my way

When tomorrow never came because it was today
And never was a lot like forever in the end

+Steven Curtis Lance

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