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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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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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Mar 7, 2014, 5:06 am


Evolving I Resolve



Though there are those who refuse to grow
I am evolving is all I know

As life goes on and so do I
Evolve revolving even so
Evolving I resolve to try

To do better than I did before
To be myself and to be some more

So life goes on and as I go
I am evolving is all I know



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Mar 4, 2014, 1:08 am


Actually



Making the better out of the worse
Minding the me in reality
Finding the you in the universe

Taking the best of the rest to go
Finding out minding the recipe
Challenge and balance it seems to me

When chasing gracefully then to know
Dancing a ring of chance like Ali
Ending up winning now beginning

Round and round up and down even so
Wanting to be happy too like you
As I am as I do as I do

Through the noise to the equipoise of
The rhythm of the music of love
Through hopefully to factually

Actualizing in fact to be
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Mar 3, 2014, 8:42 pm


God



Were I to pray I think I would say
This or I believe I would anyway:

Oh God if you are there forgive me
For thinking you too good to be true
The concept of you will outlive me
Especially living as I do
So if you are there please hear my prayer
Of thanks for being and everything
For freeing me from my suffering

If that was you and it was I guess
I think I believe in you more or less



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Mar 2, 2014, 4:08 am


Time is Poetry



Between my mother's birthday and my own
Are hard days for me

Valentine's Day to my anniversary
Of being alone
Too when Saturdays are sadder days
Nor Sundays then again fun days
For some blue Mondays at the edge of always

But what does anything mean but between
One and another?

Between us there was something there
Something meant to share
When love won for me and my mother
Or when love was lost from one to the other
You who loved and lost know what I mean

The rhymes of the times are what I recall
How time is poetry now after all



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Mar 1, 2014, 11:50 pm


What the Hell



The rain they prayed for came somehow and now it is gone
At least I think it has moved on

Everything had needed a good hosing now I see
It all got hosed it shows how we
Could use a good hosing like this understood as good
By those who chose the rain to be
A trickle-down effect of their perspicacity
When hosed then this is what they see

Those who got hosed who thought they could
Who chose to got hosed and those are good enough for me
Better or think so probably
But I try to not get wet and not forget to say
Better this than the other way
Than yesterday better today

I got hosed God knows too but suppose I might as well
Be and do my what as who whatever what the hell



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Feb 28, 2014, 1:54 am


Maybe This is How



for Franziska



To wish though on a star so far
I would have written you a poem on Valentine's Day
Probably should have anyway

But I guess I just got too depressed to do anything
Only some lonely suffering
In spite of myself and everything between then and now
Nothing but suffering somehow

Though shining so brightly tonight love seems far as the star
I wonder if you know you are

But sick and tired of sticking to being retired from love
Now I would find the meaning of
It all if I could if such should be understood by me

Would as much as anybody
Like to see starlight would be seen aright would like to be
Understood if I could I would
But maybe I am already now maybe this is how

And maybe this is what I do
Between how you my star who know you are know I mean you



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Feb 27, 2014, 4:05 am


Quixotic



Living out his Quixotic dream
Out among the exotic
Living on coffee and cream
Regrets and cigarettes
Becoming iconic a meme
Unironic for good
Being understood
As more than he might seem

The stone the builders rejected
In the past
As a hopeless misfit
And a total loss
Becoming something like respected
At the last
A rolling sort of cornerstone
Gathering no moss

Getting on with getting it
Questingly Quixotic
Knowing love is the it to get
But always all alone
In his own reality
A little mysterious too
If unintentionally
Making some wonder as they do

Betting it all in the fall
Serious about his poetry
A poem you can jump rope to
Just so and meticulous
But not too serious to see
Laughing after all
That which is ridiculous
As he too can be



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Feb 24, 2014, 1:45 pm


Another Noodle Doodle (work in progress...)



Another noodle doodle and the food is running out
Satiated though emaciated I suppose
According to my variety of satiety
Somebody outside of society heaven knows

Encountering society with my dubiety
Of piety returned now I have learned how it goes
Another noodle doodle is what this is all about
Or two I can afford them and I hope you can too

The actuality in fact of my reality
Is not unpleasant not at present not like the past
Though the future ought to wait for me and not come so fast
Teased by these noodle doodles and this lingering doubt

Another noodle noodle like eleven before
Another noodle doodle and the food is running out
Until I go to WinCo for another twenty-four
Another noodle noodle is what this is all about



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Feb 24, 2014, 6:36 am


Rat-a-Tat-Tat



for Franziska and her fat rats



Pat a fat rat and make it happy
Jog with a joyful dog through a bog
Dig a big pig bring that hog to sing
Rat-a-tat-tat and make it snappy
Imagine many an anything

And you can be a poet like me
Happily making it snappily
Something to show for your suffering

Show me yours like I have shown you mine
Not only the words the music too
Drawn together on the lonely line
Make it thump shake it to jump rope to

And if this is nonsense then so what?
The poet though the one who lives it
Gives it so the reader forgives it
Lives it with you when one becomes two
Becomes four comes to make sense more and more

What is this between but sense though seen
This way to be what we may mean
But maybe could not say another way?

Maybe it is nonsense maybe not
Nonsense may be what we were looking for
When we were too sensible to see
A sense of our nonsensicality

Pat a fat rat and make it happy?
Rat-a-tat-tat and make it snappy!
Nonsense remembers what sense forgot

The embers of the needful
What makes sense in the present tense
Of timeless comic karmic consequence
Presented to the heedful
Now when this is how nonsense makes sense

Rat-a-tat-tat is the thing to bring
When nonsense then can mean everything



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Feb 22, 2014, 8:29 pm


Otherwise



An otherwise reasonable man
Because of the paranoia
Schizophrenic mind-destroyer
Though formerly dramatic
Latterly so systematic
I must find lost reason where I can
Just out of town till the voices die down

And finding my reason by rhyme
As I am and as I do entre nous
Being high as a kite all the time
I do so reasonably well
At least otherwise as one who tries
Though that moment I might be in hell
You might not even be able to tell

Oh but I know I am crazy though
Glad to be but sadly madly
Me but being madly gladly
Erratic enigmatic
Schizophrenic symptomatic
My poetry grows like me I know
But shows though gone we go on with the show

Writing to right myself reason by rhyme
Entre nous high as a kite all the time



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Feb 21, 2014, 3:22 pm


The Only Years



She asked "is it you?" I knew it was me
So even though we could never agree
Ever between us two who meaning we
Would know who it was because finally
Somehow here we are me myself and I
Do not as two now but am three thereby

A trinity of lonely victims of
The duality of an only love

One and one whether together as two
Or not who forgot what we never knew
When only was even lonelier than
We were alone then before it began
Somehow here we are me myself and I
Do not as two now but am three thereby

Though through the tears so the laughter appears
After the lonely in the only years



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Feb 18, 2014, 7:11 am


Silly Really



for Adam Browning



I would rather be than not
Tempest in a teapot
Clock a doodle do the time
Prince Albert in a can
I can be a rather silly man
With a really silly rhyme
But what is silly really
And who is? Is it me?
Yes I guess gone mad still glad to be

Freeing seeing being silly
Not as though who can get out
Of this alive just so you know
Better to be silly than
Not at all though tempest
In the pot or not no doubt about
It love lives on forgives the rest
Something like forgetting as we go
But like learning too then what love taught

Forgetting I remember and
Having come full circle understand
Clock a doodle do the time
With a really silly rhyme
I can be a rather silly man
And since I am I might as well
Have some fun then what the hell
Doodle do twice what I once forgot
As a stranger in a stranger land

But I would rather be than not



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Feb 17, 2014, 8:47 pm


In the Swim



I see a manatee
In the swim at sea
And I wish I could swim
In the sea like him
But it is not to be

I must be like this
So I just blow a kiss
Waved upon my hand
And he will understand
My not getting wet

So wrinkled and grey
Though daresay I can see
How he now his way
In our affinity
Is a lot like me

So manatee see
Me wave from land to you
Better I stay here
For in the wave I fear
To do as you do

When from the wave too
A wave comes back I see
Then we two agree
We get it so we give
It from where we live

And so the empathy
Of the other for
One waving from the shore
Not forgotten yet
Is the it that we get

I am in the swim
Like the swim is in him
He is in the sea
And the sea is in me
Man and manatee



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Feb 14, 2014, 11:50 am


Long Gone Lone Lobo



Some call me a bum some a hobo
But I call myself a lone lobo
Some mention the Antichrist but I
See my shirt says how "I'm a fun guy"
Something of a hallucinogen
No doubt about it now and again

I like to be by myself a lot
Like what is but better what is not
Better being me unfetteredly
With a lean and hungry look a book
Or a dozen being Poe's cousin
Some bum some hobo some lone lobo

Grateful on Valentine's Day to be
Some long gone lone lobo long gone free



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Feb 9, 2014, 9:59 pm


Franziska You



Franziska you
Are like a fantasy
Though you are true
A miracle to my
Reality

Franziska new
Burnished gold by old sun
Timeless who grew
To be who are the one
I want with me

Franziska to
You I dedicate what
I can do here
So late though afraid but
Love knows no fear

Franziska do
You realize how much
It means now such
A happy surprise of
A life for love?

Franziska too
There is always the hope
Of forever
At the end of my rope
Now or never

Franziska who
Love me even though I
Who love you too
Am old and soon must die
Not knowing why

But I know who
Franziska you



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Feb 4, 2014, 10:35 am


For Lovers Who Never Were



One becomes unafraid when two become free
To live for love for lovers who never were
Because they were afraid not to be alone

Love is empowering as fear is devouring
Though afraid not alone so to the unknown
Each lover a hero an adventurer

Daring to care to be here and now and there
Where each shines a star for having gone so far
Unafraid of love become reality

How love is what is now fear is what is not
Love what we remember fear what they forgot
Whose love was not because their fear was to be

Fear is unmade when love is made unafraid
Unalone one being unafraid again
One was not but two are where each shines a star

One is free to be now or not to be then
Being free to be by two and so to be
One who wants to be though seeing two go free

Each a star a hero an adventurer
To live for love for lovers who never were



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