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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Jun 15, 2013, 3:00 am


America Again



Our little fascist problem in America keeps
The rich up but the poor down like the mother who weeps
That her children only mattered until they were born
Like when the soldier mattered until he got shattered
Then after that got little but a little fascist scorn

Our little fascist problem will never go away
Until the rest of us wake up and fight back someday
The right thinks they are right for they have been wrong so long
Everyone forgets they are because they are so strong
And though we shatter still we matter so now this is how

With all the money in the world they think they can win
Nor will the poor fight back they think but let us begin
Who struggle day and night to fight this wrong make this right
Not that way of yesterday but by tomorrow's light
And though they may forget today let us remember now

The more they forgot us the more they brought together
The poor who remember love before fearful weather
Of November who we are reclaim our dignity
As American as anyone with liberty
And justice not for some of us but all humanity

Our little fascist problem in America got
Bigger when we looked away then but now we are not
We got discouraged and they got their way for awhile
All the money in the world their anger and their bile
But by surprise we rise to win: America again



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Jun 14, 2013, 7:02 pm


Illusion



The illusion of duality
With its us and them mentality
This superstitious opposition
Of mine not yours and not hers but his
The paranoia from tribe to tribe
With suffering I need not describe
Because you know and feel what I mean

The black and the white of suspicion
Causing a shadow to fall between
This fearfully lonely position
Always was and will be as it is
Entirely unnecessary
Unnatural though ubiquitous:
So this is what has come between us

And we would be a community
Should we ever be given the chance
But we could never learn how to dance
When we were supposed to be afraid
Of each other then our minds were made
Up for us a chorus of the sheep
The shepherds kept from going too deep

It is only an illusion
Sown to sow lonely confusion



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Jun 13, 2013, 5:24 pm


There Will Be Stars



for Daffodil



Summer wind is blowing
The sky is high and bright
The cactus is growing
And showing off its flowers
There will be stars tonight
And all of them are ours

Constellations named and
Unnamed who understand
Our configuration
Here on the desert sand
The arcs of sparks of love
As above so below

The sky can tell us why
Though we already know
Turning and returning
Another passing by
Each other even so
As below so above

Here alongside learning
If only for awhile
Never in the turning
To ever turn away
But say we ever may
Returning with a smile

The sky is high and bright
There will be stars tonight



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Jun 12, 2013, 2:09 am


Elephant Songs



for Alexander in Aklan



I. The Elephant in the Room



See the elephant in the room?
His way today of yesterday
Is trumpeting judgmentally
Of iron inequality

His not hers nor yours anyway
Or the never-now-ever-then

The elephant is in the womb
For frightened sheep how they should be
Nor ever would be free again
Of what only they never see

For fearful hate consumed with doom
Of the likes of us you and me

Love could be how we finally
See the ever-then-never-now
Free for now the only way how
Of the elephant in the room



II. Seeing the Elephant



It is about race so they say it is not
Firehoses tried to wash the memory
Away but the stain remains I see

Pain written red in black and white now of
How I remember though they forgot
The biting dogs of hatred on TV

As some remember more immediately
Beaten on the street in the name of love
I was a child but it still hurts me

Seeing the elephant looking away
No more this way I can see yesterday
Tomorrow today to my sorrow

I hoped we would be better someday somehow
But I know we could do better than we do now



III. Iron and Rust



His table is laid but the elephant is afraid

And what is he so afraid of? He is afraid of change
Apparently inherently I find kind of strange
Though once I was no stranger to the danger of this fear

But I learned through change the only constant now and here
That how to be is growing knowing all will be all right
Sure as night comes after day then day comes after night

The elephant is afraid now how his bed is made

When some things are unchanging some becoming as they must
Is when we learn the difference between iron and rust



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Jun 10, 2013, 5:40 pm


Iron and Rust



His table is laid but the elephant is afraid

And what is he so afraid of? He is afraid of change
Apparently inherently I find kind of strange
Though once I was no stranger to the danger of this fear

But I learned through change the only constant now and here
That how to be is growing knowing all will be all right
Sure as night comes after day then day comes after night

The elephant is afraid now how his bed is made

When some things are unchanging some becoming as they must
Is when we learn the difference between iron and rust



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Jun 8, 2013, 5:33 pm


Regret



To remember what you would not that you could not forget
This would be regret

Whatever you would do
Though some never do
(I took forever to)
You should know for sure
To let go is the cure
The only one yet

I would learn the hard way (the only way I ever do)
But could not forget

Let go and go
On going: no regret



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Jun 7, 2013, 8:34 pm


Destiny for Two



for Daffodil



Having a cup of tea taking a wait-and-see
Attitude of gratitude for making it this far
More or less unscathed on the outside anyway
Only on the inside now from lonely yesterday
When fright at night reminds me then was not all right
Though now looks promising so will be the thing I sing

I will be mindful still of what is behind me
Where I will find it there not to bind but remind me
I waited for tomorrow when it never came
Then it became today again only yesterday
Here where it is today because it always was
Being all the same today by any other name

And yet every night tomorrow comes at midnight
Let tomorrow never come till it becomes today
Surprising tonight by this rising light I see
When I look in my heart then and I find how you are
There with me where we share this cup of destiny
For two: for you the best and the rest of me with you

Having waited having seen being having been
Seeing you be Daffodil I am again



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Jun 7, 2013, 1:54 am


Backlit



for Daffodil



When you said I was beautiful I was
You made me that way then I was because
You saw my body backlit by my soul
And if I rock it is because you roll

When I say you are beautiful you are
Some miracle become some shooting star
But not as beautiful as you will be
Then blooming your beautiful destiny

When I look for you I need not look far
There you are up in the sky above me
And down in my heart where the songs all start
Where you are too then because you love me

Though I say it now and I always do
As I always have so I always will
It goes without saying how I love you
My star my song my Laughing Daffodil

And if I rock it is because you roll
I see your body backlit by your soul



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Jun 3, 2013, 9:26 pm


Chocolate-Covered Berries and Brie



for Daffodil



When we sat on Pride Rock as we do
With chocolate-covered berries and Brie
By the setting sun of Saturday
My legs were desert brown by yours as white
As the moon waxed later then that night
Through gossamer to porcelain and on
My mind as you are I find my star
Rising afar where you are like my dawn
My sun to warm me when you are gone
Making me live then to see you love me

So I would show you I love you too
How I see you in the sky above me
Now love is found all around we see
How we agree loving you loving me
Something like forever whatever
Some may say when we love us anyway
Today like yesterday then we are
Tomorrow the way we will always be
As we for something like forever
With chocolate-covered berries and Brie



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Jun 2, 2013, 5:53 pm


The Elephant in the Room



See the elephant in the room?
His way today of yesterday
Is trumpeting judgmentally
Of iron inequality

His not hers nor yours anyway
Or the never-now-ever-then

The elephant is in the womb
For frightened sheep how they should be
Nor ever would be free again
Of what only they never see

For fearful hate consumed with doom
Of the likes of us you and me

Love could be how we finally
See the ever-then-never-now
Free for now the only way how
Of the elephant in the room



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May 31, 2013, 8:44 am


Gadarene Swine (work in progress...)



The Gadarene swine could be friends of mine
So when demons entered and they drowned
I thought about dusty stories and frowned
Why must the pigs always get it?

At least let them live to regret it
By guilt as the way all good pigs are built
So they would imagine toward the sky
Though too guilty to live before they die

Because they were Gadarene swine



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May 30, 2013, 4:05 am


Madness



Madness makes me smoke
Madness made me broke

Madness makes a joke
Of what was serious before
Though since I went mad I laugh more
But cry too as an either/or

Doing as it does
Madness made me do it

The mad way a bad way for me to be
I would be glad to be madness-free
A sad way the hard way ultimately

When at it then to it
Being as I was

Arriving only to depart
Madness stops me before I start
When my mind tries to break my heart
And I look then see

More against than for
Madness maddens me



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May 29, 2013, 6:38 pm


The It You Get



Bowser is arf-arfully happy now because
He has learned how to hold his bone between his paws
And as he gnaws it tastes like victory to be

Like Marisol who after all has always known
And shown him how though he resisted being shown
She was just his sister so he resisted her

Having had to come to this conclusion alone
Like males of other species like a human man
Because he was stubborn as I was as it were

Not all donkeys have long ears and short donkey fur
Because I was as he was and I may be yet
My Marisol gave up on me to my regret

Somehow he sees that she was right and how he can
Look clever and never lose his grip on his bone
Marisol laughs to see he got it finally

Says he had to see himself but glad he can see
I told her I had been like him she said "I bet
But all that really matters is the it you get"

"And sooner or later when you get it then you
Are known as you were shown and you remember who
And though in December you know then what to do"

These dogs remind of one behind ahead of me
When I was shown how once to do what I do now
But then I had to find out for myself somehow

So do what she says brother to remember this
When you get it then and it feels like a kiss



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May 26, 2013, 7:35 pm


Halfway to Joshua Tree



for Daffodil



At half past never mind forever
And halfway to Joshua Tree
All the way out to whatsoever
And at half past insanity
If a gentle kind of quiet mind
I find what I thought I never
Would see when I left the world behind
Again but then again who knew?

I came here to see clear and I do
It is you my love I dream of
Though I am here I am there with you
Where you though there are here with me
At half past never mind forever
And halfway to Joshua Tree



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May 24, 2013, 8:20 pm


Desert Perspective



My life has gotten small
But I get it after all

More than when it was big
Then and with so much to dig
Through to find what was real
And then to know what to feel
It took awhile to see
Through the illusion of it
To the what to love it
That was only lonely me
To find I could depend
On myself to be my friend
Who would know what to do
When I knew to be with you

Seeing you being who are
Familiar if from afar

But first I had to find
Who I was and leave behind
Whoever I was not
To forget the answers ask
The questions drop my mask
Remember what I forgot
And finally break free
Beyond the hocus-pocus
Of big ideas too small
My life small but in focus
To get it after all
Free here now belatedly

This here now not that there then
I will not go back again



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May 21, 2013, 3:27 am


Watching the Watchdogs



I like watching the watchdogs watch
As they play leapfrog and hopscotch
With each other sister brother
Watchdogs Bowser and Marisol

Once they had a human who was
Unkind to them and so because
Of that they find we find us now
Our past behind us here somehow

Dusty dogs of the desert who
Do what they love love what they do
Who understand me after all
Then even when they sniff my crotch

I like them and they like me too
Like them I am just glad to be
So let them get their dust on my
Pants with their snouts as I pass by

Watching the watchdogs watching me
Watching us watching each other
As they play leapfrog and hopscotch
I like watching the watchdogs watch



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May 17, 2013, 8:58 am


The Business End



Cock of the walk goes down as the sun
On a catwalk of attitude
At a time to walk when talk is done
But with a sense of gratitude
When that was then but now has begun
Where there were two there will be one

For this is the way it always was
Or piece of it however small
Though no one knows who he is he does
Nothing personal after all
So does what he must do just because
A cock of the walk must walk the talk

Strictly business stalking tall
Cocks of the walk out walking by night
Fight like fighting cocks left and right
With only one lonely left in sight
When talk of the walk will squawk tonight
Where there was one then there were none

Cock of the walk comes up as the son
Born to the business end of the gun



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May 16, 2013, 10:12 pm


A Dog Spelled Backward



for Bud



Marisol does not find it odd
A dog spelled backward is a god
Not surprised to realize how
Dogs are gods of the here and now

I need not look up to the sky
But down to this dog to know why
The here and now is how to be
When looking back at me I see
The present as her present to
Me as why not as why will do
Here and now for a dog or me

Nor looking forward find it odd
A dog spelled backward is a god
Not surprised to realize how
Dogs are gods of the here and now



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May 13, 2013, 6:54 pm


Slaughterhouse Butterfly



There was a pig who was not big enough to be
A little pig a pig about as big as me

They said because he was not fat that he lacked that
Quantity of piggery though not quality
They wanted and it haunted him to ask them why

Not enough of him for their cost-efficiency

They said I was too small too but I disagree
Because I am big enough to be me you see
Never mind the slaughterhouse I want to be free

And I could never help but be a butterfly
(Please try and understand me as I flutter by)



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May 13, 2013, 11:14 am


Cockadoodling



for the Laughing Daffodil (long may she)



The cocks cockadoodle whenever they feel
Especially connected to what is real
To them like hens I suppose (who knows really?)

And how they are cockadoodling now! To be
Loudest and proudest I guess cockadoodling
In these peacock-like displays of machismo

Cockadoodle due to be
Cocks who doodle do
Cockadoodle doodle me
Cockadoodle you

At the slightest provocation off they go
Cockadoodle dudes with some bad attitudes
Just to show how they must crow now there they blow

Doing their duty to their doodle do thing
Out-doodle-doing each other or trying
Doodle doing what they know: cockadoodling

Cockadoodle doodle me
Cockadoodle you
Cockadoodle dudes to be
Cocks who doodle do

Especially connected to what is real
The cocks cockadoodle whenever they feel



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May 10, 2013, 9:29 pm


Meowings of a War



So many pocket gophers lying dead on the floor!
One two three this morning for the cats are bringing more

With four cats no waiting and pocket gopher hating
At an all time high one hears the meowings of a war
That something in the spring that involves some suffering
Though not for a cat (a cat makes very sure of that)

Out of their pockets tiny eyes out of their sockets
With fear but here they come to rot so in the grotto

When their minds are made up now and cats are getting fat
What they want is not a lizard nor is it a rat
Looks like now is when somehow the pocket gophers go
Even though out of pocket no small change even so

One two three this morning for the cats are bringing more
So many pocket gophers lying dead on the floor!



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May 10, 2013, 12:28 pm


Some Apes



Some apes have four hands
Though I have just two
So each understands
Knows what it must do

Right now writing this
To sing how I swing
Left blowing a kiss
(Silly little thing)

And I have two feet
Though four-handers none
So beat my retreat
Now that I am done

With a couplet when
The poem ends then



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May 8, 2013, 11:00 pm


The Lazy Cat



for Daffodil



The lazy cat is snoring
His indoor life is boring
He wants to go a-whoring
And be a lion roaring
But he cannot anymore

Curled with indignation for
He wanted to get married
Though unwilling to commit
And lazy then he tarried
So he got the worst of it

And the moment passed away
Lost then to be found no more
When crated up and carried
To the vet to be set free
Of his masculinity

Yesterday and now today
All he does with it is pee
No one knows quite what to say
That was that and this is it
A lonely situation

So he finds his life a bore
And he has issues of trust
His desire but memory
Iron having turned to rust
Fit felinity to fat

He would like to go to war
To satisfy his bloodlust
For the moles within their holes
Laughing at him as they are
In the deep sleep of the just

Could he only find the door
Or within himself to face
Surgically enhanced disgrace
He would give those moles what for
They would hear the lion roar

This is it and that is that
So he answers with a snore
Sleep it is so sleep he must
The only consolation
For a lonely lazy cat

But when he dreams he sees
What might have been:
All the pretty kitties
Then again



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May 8, 2013, 9:33 pm


At Least



At least Don Quixote if not Parsifal
Being Lance if not being Lancelot
All in all the way all in a day
As I remember what madness forgot
At least now I know how love means most of all
Know what love means and what fear does not

And seeing love being the meaning I can say
Without fear that now and here no matter what
At least after all I have known love anyway
As love has known me and shown me how to be

Fear never stopped love from taking its chance
Love is forever of curiosity
And curiously love remembered me
If not being Lancelot being Lance
Tilting at windmills transcending things
Turning out songs about my sufferings

At least Don Quixote if not Parsifal
At least now I know how love means most of all



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May 5, 2013, 10:05 pm


London Derriere



He could play the Londonderry Air
Insightfully right from out his derriere

As he made a trumpet of his rump
Or maybe say a baritone saxophone
Laid it down and made the people jump
With a seeping sound to sweep the world around
Seen now somehow in the sepia tone
Of hindquarters finding their quarters
Having hindsight but the foresight to share

And though I suppose you had to be there
As they say all day his rump would jump to pump
Hindsight insightfully passed between friends
Between his buttocks too and though it offends
My hindsight now then how my mind was blown
By the hindsight of a man who played his own
Because otherwise he was all alone

Quarters the end of hindquarters meant to send
His Londonderry Air from out the other end



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