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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 17, 2014, 8:41 am


Skeptical I



Skeptical I kept wondering
Blundering through the thundering
Of those who were so sure they knew

But never did nor ever do
Under know-nothings who did not
Know how and who will not know what
Till now though still so sure they know

Misunderstanding though they go
On thundering so blundering
Skeptical I keep wondering



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Apr 14, 2014, 10:38 pm


The Sacrifice



The sacrifice consumed
Insofar as able
The shaven and perfumed
Push back from the table

But when they do they see
As though from far away
Those watching hungrily
Who go without today

Uncomfortably they
Agree to disagree
Who once they do think twice
To see the sacrifice



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Apr 12, 2014, 4:24 am


Over the Billboard



Friday night and the moon rides the clouds
Over the billboard where I stay
Sheltering here away from the crowds
Of those who speak but do not say
Or at least not anything to me
And if they do I wish they did not
For those I love are far away

Let me remember what I forgot
Alone in a lonely place to be

Saturday morning the sun comes up
I do too and go for a cup
Of high rev at 7 11
Life goes on and so do I it seems
Not in hell if not in heaven
Under the sun of another day
Saturday morning with my dreams

Under the sun to wonder my way
Over the billboard where I stay



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Apr 11, 2014, 10:00 pm


The Beat Goes On



for Franziska



My ribs are the flying buttresses
Of a cathedral not stone but bone
As in and out as ever it was
The wind of the spirit's way is shown

In the rhythm of the persistence
Of a living temple though of clay
My insistence on my existence
Only a heartbeat one breath away

Through life to death but here between
The beat goes on of what I mean



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Apr 10, 2014, 6:31 pm


Talking to Me



Walking alone with a cigarette
Walking alone but without regret
When I remember then I forget
What in turn by the lessons I learn
I have gathered along the long way

Talking to me I know what to say
Walking alone but not the wrong way



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Apr 9, 2014, 7:53 pm


Already There



Unhappy people try to square the circle but
They cannot for they forgot geometry

Knowing that they know it all but not knowing what
I remember though in my December to be
Who I am outside the circle honestly
Not knowing but growing not square who do not care
But do like you I simply do not know and so

Revolving I try to evolve as I go
Who know though I go slow I am already there



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Apr 6, 2014, 12:32 am


Someone



for Franziska



Franziska called me hun

And my heart went pitter pat
To feel like I was someone
Worthy to be called that

For golden goddess she
Through all space and to all time
Is my fairest fantasy

Franziska with her hair
All around me everywhere
The reason for this rhyme

I feel like I am someone
When Franziska calls me hun



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Apr 1, 2014, 7:16 pm


From Now Until Never



When I got older
Then it got colder
And darker somehow

And I was out there
Again everywhere
As here I am now

To find out about
How it is no doubt
As time will allow

To mind how to be
As an older me
But be and be free

From now until never
More curious than ever



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Mar 30, 2014, 1:15 am


Pedigree



Brilliant like a diamond of ice
Crystalline if you know what I mean
My father the hitman was not nice

And some say how I am like him now
Though I am who I am and somehow
Mean to be me as well as can be

With an unusual pedigree



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Mar 29, 2014, 6:48 pm


Shadows



Being here now having been this far
In this unusual place to be
Finding myself I mind he is me
His familiar face becoming clear
This usual suspect that I see
Though we know each other so we agree
Being understood to see the good

Having been this far how here we are
Now to shine on like a shooting star
When till we are not then we will turn
What cannot be learned except for here
In this unusual place to learn
To hidden things revealed as they appear
Seeing the good to be understood

Shadows as reflected on the wall
Of Plato's cave revealed as real after all



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Mar 27, 2014, 11:38 pm


Au Revoir



for Patricia Lance



Once she was the reasonable one
I the unreasonable son

But dying my mother said
There were monkeys in the trees
And there was a baby in the bed

Not knowing what to think of these
Things my mother had said
I chose not to think instead
But see her whatever she saw

I told her though I was the baby
And she said maybe so maybe

Before we said au revoir
Forever to see her be though dead
To live through me who live to be
In memory of her

Or maybe there was a baby
For all I know and those monkeys were
If only in her head

But see her whatever she saw
Au revoir: in memory of her



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Mar 27, 2014, 6:54 pm


Then Again



The sun is captured in a cloud
Hovering the light withdraws
The humble covering the proud
Eloquently as it does
Over an inelegant place
Where I nonetheless by grace
And favor know what the sun knows
As the cloud lets go and goes

The sun is always there
Only captured to our eyes
Though the clouds are everywhere
It only sets to rise
When it disappears to be
Humbled then again like me



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Mar 25, 2014, 7:19 pm


Fear is What to Kill



It looks like war again or still
Like it did will do and does
Like it has for as it will
Or like before like war some more

Some less too I fear for who
Go down the road of madness how
They wonder to find out now
When it is then again

Wondering blundering round they go

And yesterday returns
But nobody learns

Madness calls the shots and rides
Like it is will be and was
The general insanity
Fear though is what madness hides

So mad with fear humanity
Wars in vain for vanity
Neither then nor now to know
It then again as when

Wondering blundering round they go

Love is the answer still
Fear is what to kill



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Mar 24, 2014, 12:30 am


Postcards from Santa Ana



for Erwin Carney



I. Anomaly



What have I become
By the broken rule of thumb
Is my total greater than my sum?

If not famous not yet infamous
Anomalously anonymous

Never any good at keeping score
Having been for many maybe more
Better now than I was then before

I am like I am like you but me
Ultimately an anomaly



II. Lancean Lunch



It has gotten to be in my extremity
Butter toffee peanuts and mango madness punch
Constitute a positively Lancean lunch
Or maybe that is all for the day anyway

But all in all after the fall enough for me
At the luckiest time of all on Saturday
At 7:11 as good a time to be
As any of the many I have been before

And having been in spite of it all to be more
Life keeps going on and I keep keeping on too
My heart beating breathing in and out as I do
Only I am lonely here alone without you



III. Existential



I have never been so existential
My existence so inconsequential

Being homeless is the best way to be
If you want to be existentially
Not that I chose I was given the hose
Out on my ear to be alone out here

But by the means of the ends of my friends
Sheltering I wait to see how this ends



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Mar 23, 2014, 2:57 am


Lancean Lunch



It has gotten to be in my extremity
Butter toffee peanuts and mango madness punch
Constitute a positively Lancean lunch
Or maybe that is all for the day anyway

But all in all after the fall enough for me
At the luckiest time of all on Saturday
At 7:11 as good a time to be
As any of the many I have been before

And having been in spite of it all to be more
Life keeps going on and I keep keeping on too
My heart beating breathing in and out as I do
Only I am lonely here alone without you



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Mar 23, 2014, 12:14 am


Existential



I have never been so existential
My existence so inconsequential

Being homeless is the best way to be
If you want to be existentially
Not that I chose I was given the hose
Out on my ear to be alone out here

But by the means of the ends of my friends
Sheltering I wait to see how this ends



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Mar 21, 2014, 8:25 pm


Anomaly



for Erwin Carney



What have I become
By the broken rule of thumb
Is my total greater than my sum?

If not famous not yet infamous
Anomalously anonymous

Never any good at keeping score
Having been for many maybe more
Better now than I was then before

I am like I am like you but me
Ultimately an anomaly



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Mar 20, 2014, 5:38 am


Wanderer



I used to write about being a wanderer
And now I am one as it were
As it is to be as I am apparently
The one I wrote about was me
Somehow as I am now myself and I agree

Without the vanity of sanity
I see my sanity was vanity

So as it were a wanderer
As a raggedy man I do the best I can
Though more or less as lesser than
Having fallen through the cracks of society
But my life has variety

I used to write about being free
And now I am out here to be



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Mar 18, 2014, 9:10 pm


Steel



Somehow a lot colder
Now a little older
Darker I got lighter

My belt a notch tighter
My skin a shade whiter
But underneath ready

I am holding steady
In the face of it all
I rise just like I fall

With dignity through dust
The steel shows through the rust



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Mar 17, 2014, 8:15 am


Phoenix



The full moon over the beer billboard
In Santa Ana where I was born
Over the shop where the Lance is stored
Unbowed though battered tattered and torn
A hopeful sign with a friend of mine

And I have come tonight to understand
In street light flashes as night turns into ashes
Tapped from my pipe into my empty hand
I am surprising: I am the phoenix rising



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Mar 15, 2014, 2:46 am


For the Love of You



for Franziska



I ran out of money honey but I still have weed
I can smoke as I go broke so I have what I need
I used to have whatever but now I never do
Would I could live forever though for the love of you



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Mar 13, 2014, 7:02 pm


Being Myself



Having been me being under duress
Being me but being I guess
Having this feeling I do not exist
Defending myself I resist
Seeing my being (is that really me?)

I know who I am but who am I
But who I am as I live and die?

Freeing my being though I see
Seeing my being I guess I confess
But if I am then I insist
On being myself if no more no less
No muss and no fuss and no stress

As the only one to be I know
I want to go as me as I go



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Mar 13, 2014, 6:18 pm


On



What is gone is gone
Traveling lighter

And so I go on
Darker but brighter
For having seen what
Or having been but

What is gone is gone
And so I go on



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Mar 11, 2014, 12:25 pm


Off and On



Steven Curtis Lance sporting a worrisome cough
Does not worry because he is mentally off
Or so his Grandma used to say another day

Though he is on the money honey mentally
He is about as off no doubt as he can be
On this he and his mind though of two minds agree

But as for the rest of him the best of him gone
He coughs though does not worry though off he goes on
Does not mind because what for matters now no more

And this is it he knows for as far as it goes
So because there is no hurry does not worry
Nor mind today what never mattered anyway

Today though he is coughing less worrisomely
So off this matter of his mind goes on its way



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Mar 9, 2014, 6:54 am


Faraway



A year and a day faraway
Found lost at the edge of everything
Where anything can be something
When it was everything then nothing

So I came back to where I was
Back to the place I was born because
Someone was kind enough to bring
Me back to any of anything

So many things to remember
From one to another November
Forgetting two Decembers too
Getting back getting closer to you

Funny how it worked out this way
But then life is funny anyway



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