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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 10, 2007, 12:04 am


Like it or Not

My poetry is not quite what it seems
The most important parts are unspoken
The imagery of fantasies and dreams
May seem fragile but remains unbroken

Something you might not have thought of before

You may never know me nor I know you
Yet we share and I have things to show you
Gathered into books where you can see more
Buy one and give it to your library

And there I will be right there on your shelf
Exposing your town to strange poetry
In which the poet exposes himself
Without giving all his secrets away

I hide myself inside this poetry
Without exposing all the rest of me
Writing myself down here as if to say
Like it or not this seems the best of me

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 8, 2007, 6:38 am


Eccentric

When they asked me what I wanted to be
When I grew up back when I was a kid
I answered them unhesitatingly
That my destiny seemed quite plain to me
To be eccentric (whatever I did)

And as it seemed then so it is today
I turned out something like I thought I would
Eccentric if not insane all the way
But the lotus unfolded as it should
To bloom the brighter as my hair turns grey

So who's to say eccentric isn't good?
The further you float from society
And the less you care about what "they" say
The easier it becomes to break free
And make your own rules for this game you play

Your own game which no one has played before
And if no one else understands the rules
Soon enough you won't need them anymore
Whatever you do don't be like those fools
With no sense of absurdity at all

Now that to me would be insanity
I'd rather be a lotus in the fall
Being eccentric (whatever I do)
Unfolding as I should but I might see
If maybe I could find a friend like you

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 7, 2007, 6:53 am


Magical Morning

Something about this sparkling weather
Makes it difficult to be depressed
Out here walking I wonder whether
Anyone could fail to be impressed
Encountering nature's heartfelt kiss

All I can say is it suits me fine
Here in February to be dressed
Up in a deep sense of the divine
On a magical morning like this

I try to tread lightly on the grass
Eating no meat wearing no leather
Hoping the kiss might more freely pass
Between ultimate reality
And such reality as is mine
But let everyone live as they please

Out here walking I wonder whether
Anyone could fail to be impressed
Especially on mornings like these
Something about this sparkling weather
Makes it difficult to be depressed
Dressed up in a deep sense of the divine

All I can say is it suits me fine

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 5, 2007, 10:36 pm


Yesterday's Elephants

When the moon stands stark white against the night
The blue velvet of ancient memory
I remember some hope I see some light
And I tell myself what will be will be
But whatever happens I will be fine
Forged in the crucible of suffering
Nothing can overcome this soul of mine
Fashioned to survive all and everything
By one who has suffered much more than me

The absurd circus parade passes by
Yesterday's elephants trumpeting past
What they leave on the street is all at last
I stepped in it once and learned pretty fast
The passing parade's unreality
Means little or nothing to me as I
See the moon stand stark white against the night
The blue velvet of ancient memory
I remember some hope I see some light

And I tell myself what will be will be

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 5, 2007, 4:48 am


The Ring

Autumn into winter into spring
Summer into autumn as the ring
Turns round once more as it has before
From here to here in another year
Always marked from autumn as the fall
Is the best time to begin to rise

I always like autumn best of all
But shiver under these winter skies
Till upside down autumn springs for me
Bringing back sunshine and greenery
As light to these winter-darkened eyes
Which though opened sometimes fail to see

Autumn into winter into spring
Summer into autumn as the ring
Turns round not quite as it has before
From here to there into everything
Everything I need and nothing more
Eyes though opened sometimes fail to see

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 4, 2007, 12:48 am


Out of Our Hands

Never one to presume a day
My Grandma planning used to say
"If the world stands"

Living a century she knew
The future was and will be too
Out of our hands

She never had nor asked for much
Yet gave and left behind her such
A hoard of sense to empty hands
Of those for whom the world still stands

The working wisdom of how to be
Like knowing that with all due respect
Those elected are not the elect
And that only the lonely are free

Minimum wage maximum stress
And social insecurity
Way down here in society
Where the misery percolates

Fancy people fail to impress
Leaving to less expensive fates
The lonely and the lost like me
Something for nothing but still free

Out of our hands
(If the world stands)

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 2, 2007, 6:58 pm


Regret

The unfinished pyramid inverted
Teeters on its small top without the eye
Which closed then left when light was subverted

A nation upside down sees earth for sky
As everything becomes absurdity
Perversion itself becomes perverted
And freedom becomes a new slavery
If tomorrow comes history's pages
Will turn to new orders of the ages

If ever any hope slides down to me
I wonder how to know how to believe
And if such things as hope can ever be
Expected as to when we might receive
Some rising spark some faint encouragement
Or maybe just tell us where the light went

The unfinished pyramid inverted
Teeters on its small top without the eye
Which closed then left when light was subverted

Regret (and "how could this happen?" and "why?")

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 2, 2007, 8:10 am


Geocentricity

In its geocentricity
The world turns like a whirligig
Which might make sense or it might be
Nonsensical not small nor big

A little land and mostly sea
It spins to keep us standing here
To lend our lives some gravity
With what we stand for not quite clear

But standing here is fine with me
(If something happens let me know)
Since standing here I certainly
Am willing to give it a go

The outstanding standing out here agree
The only reason we are is to grow

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 1, 2007, 4:51 am


Eternity

Life on Mars?
Life on Earth!

Life after death?
Life after birth
In every breath

All the stars
Are in your eyes
Right here right now

I realize
That you are all
I need somehow

Lesser lights fall
But not these two
These lights of you

Twin compasses to regulate
This now of you this now of me
This time not too soon nor too late

And is this not eternity?

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 1, 2007, 1:11 am


Playing Chess with My Cat

The tail of my cat is a rattlesnake
Tensile in its strength
Prehensile in length
Dancing deftly now he gives it a shake

On his one end a strategizing mind
Coolly focused on the game
While on his other a scythe out behind

To which it is all the same
To sweep off the chessboard or not

Regardless it always does what
My cat means it to
And always does it gracefully

But what he will do
We will just have to wait and see
Dancing deftly now he gives it a shake
The tail of my cat is a rattlesnake

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 30, 2007, 1:49 pm


Shenanigans

If I were a dancer I would
Dance all night with you if I could
Or (if I couldn't) fake it well

You are an entrancer and you
Deciding to dance with me too
Could fake it till I couldn't tell

We would wear ridiculous hats
And engage in engaging chats
With startled strangers in the street

Chatting them up upside the head
Pass by the passersby we meet
Then giggling tickle into bed

Where using only body heat
We'd more than meet our quota of
Shenanigans in lucky love

Dancing or faking you and me
The motions of our poetry

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 29, 2007, 9:39 pm


A Rising and a Reaching

I never think about what I will write
Nor wonder if I have something to say
It happens automatically at night
My poetry is not thought anyway
But a rising and a reaching toward the light

With practice I might get it right someday
Even though it will not mean anything
To those unwilling to meet me halfway
Though this is a very odd song I sing
Singing this song keeps me from going insane

My new book reached two hundred thousand on
That five million book list at Amazon
And I felt as pleased as with number one
My two hundred thousand book climb begun

(I never really tell anyone of
My book but I carry it with me with love)

This is my own truth my calling my thing
Which I hope you read and understand but
Though it is nice to come in from the rain
I simply have to do this: no matter what

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 29, 2007, 10:11 am


Just About

A brooding darkness follows me
Encroaches on me everywhere
My former shadow swallows me

Absurdity is in the air

We who have suffered know who care
Or care not for our company
Too late but soon when here is there
Absurd yet not a tragedy
Only tragic absurdity
Of that kind we were meant to share

If only this cloud would leave me

If I could ever find the light
And get a crowd to believe me
Then that would be just about right

Between the profit and the loss
A prophet (with an albatross)

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 29, 2007, 12:10 am


No Greater Love

The throbbing ache of a deep-disturbed dream
A riddle as demonic as divine
Worries the bones of hope worn white before

While with futile fists clenched a stifled scream
And a sickened heart for the thousands more
Who must dance before the dance of death ends

I watch them walk into the wall of war

Warriors who lay down their lives for their friends
And they are our kids and some friends of mine

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 25, 2007, 10:11 pm


Nocturne

Late at night alone I remember things

Balloons used to come on sticks before strings
And Mrs. Ash used to threaten Danny
With a balloon stick but he was much too canny

She never caught him as far as I know
Just swished that stick then away he would go
And I would go along with him usually

(...Now at this late hour at last I know why
Each time he prayed our pastor used to cry...)

Mom was the one who taught me how to fence
With curtain rods in the kitchen defense
While hanging sweet fresh curtains dried in the bright sun

My Mom was always the swashbuckling one
Having been married to a Lance you see
Whether parent or child take the time to have fun

And then you too can remember like me

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 25, 2007, 11:44 am


Recognition

The little man in the little store
Was distracted seemed disconsolate
I noticed when I went to pay for
My Diet Coke and a Tootsie Pop

His condition seemed unbearable
A flight before dying flying blind
His face was tied in a knot of care

It must have been something terrible
I tried to help but no matter what
He would not share what he could not bear
Wearing a mask which he would not drop

Certainly not for a well-known nut

Evolving into a madman now
I can see I am not alone
I always felt empathy somehow
For all the madmen I have known

Some people just prefer to keep still
A flight before dying flying blind
As my father flew and always will

As for me I am the talkative kind
My father and that little man are not
And I leave my inhibitions behind
Unlike them for my flight out of my mind

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 25, 2007, 3:35 am


Down

This womb-tomb whence I come and go
Holds secrets no one else could know
Which twisted me and made me grow
Into this being you are seeing now
Only these walls the dead and I know how
But I have come from here so here I go

Heaven above and hell below
The possibilities between
Held close in this place

I hope you can see what I mean
And grant me the grace
Of your intelligent reading
For my scratchings broken and small
Something I find myself needing
To help me understand it all

Held close in this place
The possibilities between
Heaven above and hell below

And so I remain
With pleasure with pain
Again and again
The pleasure the pain
Again and again
Swirling down the drain

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 23, 2007, 1:52 am


The Plaza in Orange California

the hub of my small universe

I sit beside where flocks of sheep once drank
Where ladies planted flowers long ago
And tended stubby palm trees now so tall

My mother pushed my pram here and I thank
The stubborn who had sense enough to know
Our Plaza really is the best of us

The homeless sleep here next to me and I
Can think of no splashier ending than
To dive into the fountain if I can
If it gets warm enough before I die
This is where we say goodbye to it all
This is the place for all the rest of us

I remember life and brush back a tear
Would it be better if I just forgot?
The Sterling Silver rose still blooms right here
Just as I wrote of it so long ago
I did not expect to be understood
Yet I was and it blooms inside of me

I lost it all then got it back again
Right here in this place through lines scratched in pain
Like cuts in the thickening hide of me

But if you read my books I think you could
Get some idea of who I am and why
I linger here these years no matter what

Would it be better if I just forgot?

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 22, 2007, 8:24 am


Sinus Sonnet: An Independent Nose

Deeply determined it has to be free
My nose confronts me with a loss of face
It misbehaves and embarrasses me
Sneezing then running all over the place
Making up its mind independently

Attached as we are I have to give chase
Persuade it to perch with the dignity
Of gentle hypo-allergenic grace
Pointing out the path of civility
But carrying a hanky just in case

Out where the starry-eyed winter wind blows
In where the kind furnace makes my cat purr
Some things stay as true as they always were
Some of us sport an independent nose

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 21, 2007, 4:49 am


My Hiding Place

From the tumult and the trauma
The dysfunctionality
Of the daily psychodrama
In propinquity to me
On the other side of the wall
Round the corner down the hall

I escape into poetry

The only place where I can go
Where reason understands I know
How lonely it is to be me
To tame the chaos of the time
By counted syllable and rhyme
To seek a spark by which to see

And though it seems impossible I know
At least I have this one saving grace
As angry voices fall to rise again
Since all they have in common is their pain
Through chaos I see cosmos and I go
Through loneliness to weep away the stain

Into poetry: my hiding place

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 20, 2007, 7:06 am


Living the Good Life Badly

The only thing I can bring
To leave behind more or less
Is nothingness of something
Like something of nothingness
At last I find my question
Is not answered yet I guess

Commandment or suggestion
Of some faith I should confess
Is answer now no longer
But forgive me: I digress

The time wheel is turning on
To the flarings of the sun
With the ghostly moon and drawn
Automatic once begun

Living the good life badly
The wheel is turning madly

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 19, 2007, 9:01 am


Street Sonnet

Is that blood on the street? You bet it is
What did you think? Some Hollywood effect?
This is where someone determined that his
Money was worth less than his self-respect

The roughest of the rough trade is the truth
That people will die in gutters tonight
The beginning of the ending of youth
The dawning of the distance of the light

However far from home a candle here
Burns in my window until you return
I promise you no matter what you fear
The main thing we are here for is to learn

The beginning of the ending of youth
The roughest of the rough trade is the truth

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 18, 2007, 2:23 pm


Brazil Nuts Over the BBC

The BBC burbled Brazil nuts all night
Or at least bantered them at some length it seemed
And how for the EU they must be just right
"Four parts per billion of..." something... as I dreamed

And along with Brazil nuts I dreamed of you

Since Brazil nuts are something we might enjoy
I would like to share a Brazil nut or two
With you in the EU before they destroy
Those nuts not approved and sent back to Brazil

We might have to get them from Bolivia
Given what I learned tonight we might but still
Somehow I know more than I do through that voice
Of authority by BBC my choice

Which left unattended chirps on through the night
Like the busiest bird in Britannia
From across the sea while the nuts at the store
Are shut up tight with no Brazilians in sight

First thing in the morning I will go explore
Dreaming of you in the EU far away
If we find Brazil nuts eat some then some more
If they come from Bolivia that's OK

We dream of the jungle through the cold grey light
Of our northern dawning of our winter's day

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 17, 2007, 7:36 pm


Franziska and Me and World War III

Franziska at the fall of empire now
As chickens with their heads cut off run blind
Let us embrace while the fire will allow
Baby and maybe go out of our mind

It seems so much the thing to do these days
Flamed-out follies falling down to always
As they do make me wonder if we two
Should fall in and fall out to always too

But whatever whoever else we do
If this is our turn to go down the drain
Then I want to go down the drain with you
As the world shoots-up for world war again

We could snuggle in to give peace a chance
Smuggled in by Franziska and by Lance
Unwilling world-warriors not sitting still
To take it as we take over the place

Although apocalypses make some ill
We both have a certain redeeming grace
Which seems to manifest at times like these
Tinny tawdry total catastrophes

If this is the end of it all then I
Think we might better hurry up and be
Doing and being our best as we die
Rested and ready for the revelry

Of the world turning itself inside out
(And we can share my little stash of doubt)

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 16, 2007, 10:40 pm


The Diet of Worms

I used to sweep the floor at the barber shop
And then sell the hair to Mr. Atherton
Packed by the lug box for a quarter a pop
Who fed it to his worms until he was gone

I had not known worms ate human hair before
But Mr. Atherton assured me they did
And that they would go on to eat a lot more

It was a pretty good living for a kid

Although when I agreed to the position
I only thought of life with lots of money
Not of the riddle of decomposition

Yet in an ending both tragic and funny
And in any case awe-inspiringly weird
The worms I fed consumed Mr. Atherton
A very strange outcome not thought so not feared

Feeding him to his worms until he was gone
Just as he wished I became a magician
And I learned his secrets all at once one day

Mortality is only a worm away

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII











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