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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 18, 2012, 1:07 am


Four Fattish Cats



Four fattish cats are courting me and want to win my favor
Cats who represent each one a favorite feline flavor
With a calico a tabby too a white cat they call Red
And a black cat who wears white socks (or do they wear him instead?)



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 13, 2012, 12:47 am


Tumbleweeds from the Desert



I. So I Begin



I begin as I have been again
To write myself out of this hole I am in
So I say when discouraged like yesterday
Then with a pencil clear the cobwebs away

Beginning forever because ending never
Quite suited me
Beginning is already halfway to winning
Actually

Yesterday I began again
I wrote myself out of that hole I was in
And if I can do it today who can say
But as I have been so I begin



II. Round and Round



Circling the drain of homelessness
Squaring the pain of hopelessness
With hope for happiness ahead
Remembering reality
As formerly it was for me
Though purgatorial instead
Of hell it might as well be for
The pain of death when life hurts more
A dream of life for one as dead

So here I go now round the drain
Not down but round and round again



III. Dead Mouse



Did you flush him down the toilet?
No I kicked him down the hall
And yet you had the balls to let
Him lie there by the wall

Brought in by the cat
At least not a rat



IV. Remember the Rain



The dove grey cloud bank slowly smoothly slides
Across the day as it rides on the rain
Revealing the secrets the sunshine hides
What we forget until it rains again
Of how it falls and fills and feels and how
It is what we forgot about until now

So let the rain come down and wash away
All but the best of it save that but not
The rest of it for tomorrow today
Remember the rain the way we forgot
Until it falls and fills how it feels and
When it rains again we will understand then
Life as it falls and fills an open hand
And how it feels now until it rains again



V. Stony Baloney



The roaches here are stony
Are not bugs and no baloney
When I find them on the floor
Then and I spark them up once more

To be born again to me
As second chance reality
By happenstance to be as I
Am living though I die

In spite of everything
I just keep happening



VI. I Will Bloom Again



The Laughing Daffodil makes me so happy
I bark like a dog and meow like a cat
She makes me laugh too and makes me all sappy
And open and hopeful and I like that

I like her as it were and she likes me too
The Laughing Daffodil who gets me through
And through because she does as it was and will be
Long laugh the Daffodil and shine her smile on me

The power of a flower of the Daffodil is how
Even now at this late hour I will bloom again somehow



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 11, 2012, 10:34 pm


Stony Baloney



The roaches here are stony
Are not bugs and no baloney
When I find them on the floor
Then and I spark them up once more

To be born again to me
As second chance reality
By happenstance to be as I
Am living though I die

In spite of everything
I just keep happening



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 11, 2012, 5:34 pm


Dead Mouse



The first from the desert for the best
The Laughing Daffodil




Did you flush him down the toilet?
No I kicked him down the hall
And yet you had the balls to let
Him lie there by the wall

Brought in by the cat
At least not a rat



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 6, 2012, 6:22 pm


Her Daffodilian Glories



The skies are full of stories of The Laughing Daffodil
From ravens on the roof right here to parrots in Brazil
They squawk their talk of Lindsey and of how I love her so
Her daffodilian glories storied for the world to know

Her name is Lindsey Hastings but she also always will
Be transcendentally to me The Laughing Daffodil
Like petals of the daffodil her sunshine yellow hair
And her laughter is the music of the fairest of the fair

The only child of only and the best there ever was
Because the only one I love above all just because
And those who read these lines of mine like parrots in Brazil
Like ravens on the roof right here like Lanceans will see

One to whom none can compare on the air of everywhere
Her daffodilian glories storied in my poetry



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 5, 2012, 9:24 pm


Round and Round



Circling the drain of homelessness
Squaring the pain of hopelessness
With hope for happiness ahead
Remembering reality
As formerly it was for me
Though purgatorial instead
Of hell it might as well be for
The pain of death when life hurts more
A dream of life for one as dead

So here I go now round the drain
Not down but round and round again



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 31, 2012, 5:42 pm


You the Who (work in progress...)



I like the way your nose is
Like the tips of roses
Just before they open
I like the way your toes are

How your these and those is
This and that and every star
In those transcendental blue
Eyes I prize to my surprise

I wonder may I kiss it when
Next I see
That nosetip that I like again
Blooming rosetip ecstasy?

(Here's hopin')

Who I like heaven knows is
You and hope you like me too
You the who will always be
The Laughing Daffodil to me



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 28, 2012, 8:58 pm


Madhouse Memories



When I was in Unit Five we had a cage
Then in Unit Three we had a black tar yard
Places full of emptiness smoking with rage
Where our faces and voices and choices were hard

There my roommate was an angry amputee
In piss soaked Unit Five his hard broken voice
Spoke against his being awoken to be
Again meant not to be but then he had no choice

In Unit Three I bunked with two quite quiet
And rather confused men who understood me
They liked to watch but stay out of the riot
Model boys of bachelor eccentricity

And though we were all sedated like zombies
Or maybe because of that we had trouble
I had never seen such anger as in these
Broken ones each in their own freshly popped bubble

Impotent rage of broken futility
Struggling against the smugness of our masters
Led to some interpersonal disasters
But I met a girl there I know remembers me

And there was a lot of just that sort of thing
In that lockdown psych ward awkward sort of way
As the thing that took away that sort of sting
Of realizing madness once if not for all

The only way is up from that sort of fall
But I take with me these my madhouse memories
Wherever I go until when I am where
I find happiness then I will call that girl from there



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Aug 27, 2012, 2:28 am


So I Begin



I begin as I have been again
To write myself out of this hole I am in
So I say when discouraged like yesterday
But then with a pencil clear cobwebs away

Beginning forever because ending never
Quite suited me
Beginning is already halfway to winning
Actually

Yesterday I began again
I wrote myself out of that hole I was in
And if I can do it today who can say
But as I have been so I begin



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 26, 2012, 10:56 pm


Remember the Rain



The dove grey cloud bank slowly smoothly slides
Across the day as it rides on the rain
Revealing the secrets the sunshine hides
What we forget until it rains again
Of how it falls and fills and feels and how
It is what we forgot about until now

So let the rain come down and wash away
All but the best of it save that but not
The rest of it for tomorrow today
Remember the rain the way we forgot
Until it falls and fills how it feels and
When it rains again we will understand then
Life as it falls and fills an open hand
And how it feels now until it rains again



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 21, 2012, 4:13 pm


I Will Bloom Again



The Laughing Daffodil makes me so happy
I bark like a dog and meow like a cat
She makes me laugh too and makes me all sappy
And open and hopeful and I like that

I like her as it were and she likes me too
The Laughing Daffodil who gets me through
And through because she does as it was and will be
Long laugh the Daffodil and shine her smile on me

The power of a flower of the Daffodil is how
Even now at this late hour I will bloom again somehow



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Aug 15, 2012, 12:04 am


Maybe Not Today



At least I learned at last about moisturizing
Here at half-past fifty-seven realizing
Now if belatedly just how beneficial
What once on the face of it seemed so superficial
Is in caring for my self within through my skin

The sort of thing I never really thought about
The realized relationship that out has with in
Got better late than never from the inside out

It took awhile to get it but I finally
Got it when I realized then it was just not right
Was something like selfish to feel like some shellfish
Revealed to who would feel me who could and who just might

Realizing spring then in fall though I should be
When I must fight to turn out right I trust I can
Aware of this take care of this my self within
An unselfish self-realized and moisturized man
Before skin turns dust when the burning must begin

No time for burning now though for one just learning how
To not turn dust I trust before I turn away
I may be dust tomorrow but maybe not today



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Aug 13, 2012, 3:02 am


Something for the Sky



If I were something for the sky
And I could fly would you with me
Or were you someone of the sea
Under the water ought we try
For wonders of liquidity
There in the swim as him and her
See as it were how we could be
By sea or sky where you and I
Could be us as we would we were?

And understood I would we should
Embrace the opportunity
If I were something for the sky
Or were you someone of the sea
For now though we have only this
Nor sky nor sea this lonely kiss
All after all we have need of
When all then we have left is love
Embracing you embracing me



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Aug 5, 2012, 6:09 pm


The Girl I Love is a Daffodil



As a hopeful sign in spring so she
Always was to me and always will
Be a daffodil delightfully

The sun coming up from upside down
The best to forget the rest of me
The one turning upside down my frown
Spring in the fall as the best of me
Of all after all where destiny
As a hopeful sign of what can be
Blooms there somewhere beneath the blonde hair
In the petals of the Daffodil

Of one who paradoxically
Is actually a lot like me
Of the girl I love and always will

The girl I love is a daffodil



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Jul 31, 2012, 5:06 am


Dream Up



We who like to make things
Also like to break things shake things
Up disturb the universe
We often make it better but
Sometimes we make it worse

And if we seek we see what
The meaning of it seems
To be wherein there in our dreams
As we are then so we will be
As when in dreams we see

There we make things where we break things
When we shake things up then
Make it better or worse again
There in our dreams wherein
We dream up our reality



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Jul 30, 2012, 11:21 pm


Could Be Us



Who would God be if God should
Be could God be understood
He or she for who could say
Who God should be anyway
Who would God be who could we
Should God not be you and me?

Reaching out from star to star
Each to each who were will be
Him or her as origin
Then again as destiny
When we end then to begin
Time through space to be again

God could be us now who see
Star to star how we are free



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Jul 30, 2012, 2:19 am


Magic



The most important things are hidden
Fairies are very shy
Unicorns are real if unridden
Not only birds can fly
Magic comes in the dark unbidden

Disbelieving folk are divorced
From natural reality
Their minds are frigid firm and forced
Disdaining what they dare not see

Should seagirls swim to such as these?
I would not have them cast their pearls
Nor model their agilities
Before such swinish unworthies
Who see the sea but not the girls!

If you have never seen a fairy
Never conclude they do not exist
For their hiddenness is the very
Reason they are able to persist
Here where others are bigger than they
They have to be able to fly away

Just because you have never seen one
Does not mean there has never been one
Right under your nose as you sniffed a rose
And that is why they have wings you know
So as to be able to get up and go
When the wild winds of a rose-sniffer blow



+Steven Curtis Lance

from the book, "Magic"

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Jul 28, 2012, 11:45 pm


Everything Ends



I stopped feeding the ravens when I got evicted but
They are still out there and we are still friends
They know in their bones of the skull beneath the skin and what
I do too the hard way now how everything ends



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Jul 27, 2012, 2:16 am


Home Alone



Given enough marijuana and Merlot
I get by and can be happy even though
Evicted unconvicted unrestricted
To a place that does not want me anymore

Wherever I live whatever I live for
Is more than where for anywhere can be there
Whenever I find it then I will be where
Home is I suppose or home as I can be

One who knows the only home I know is me
My home from which I cannot be evicted
I find in my mind in my own head instead
Of what I cannot own but am home alone

I get by and can be happy even so
Given enough marijuana and Merlot



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Jul 25, 2012, 10:31 pm


Rising Once Again



for the Laughing Daffodil



I think you might have to have a drink
In your hand to understand
Could unfettered better see
Thinking of it better still a joint to get the point
Should there be a point to me
And if it were there where there would be

There from point A as it were to point B
A little clearer from a little nearer then
As it were and if it were what you see when
You see the point to me is to be free
To make my point but not to disappoint
Myself or anyone in this my moment in the sun

Done and begun again done and undone one
Up then down around now and rising once again



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Jul 24, 2012, 10:26 am


Eviction Songs



I. Nowhere but Everywhere



The rent is too high
For my SSI
And me I can see
The housing unfair
Here as anywhere

My reality
Neither here nor there
But to wander free
Between I suppose
To go how it goes

With nowhere to be
Now but everywhere



II. Who Matters Now



Have you ever had the suspicion
Some venerated tradition
Or other apple pie for mother
Some romp of the pomp of circumstance
Has degenerated into nonsense finally
Whatever it meant before after all?

I have though I am so poor and small
That no one who matters can see
Me but you see it matters to the
One who never mattered ever mindful of his chance

Down here I never mind about up there anymore
What was or what some clever someone does
Though they have won their battle because they have lost their war
Nor can they see forever for the Lance

Forsaken I will not forsake though broken still not break
Shaken I will give a shake to those who only take
And wounds still fresh from where their pound of flesh was taken
Are mindful of who matters now and who is mistaken



III. Home Alone



Given enough marijuana and Merlot
I get by and can be happy even though
Evicted unconvicted unrestricted
To a place that does not want me anymore

Wherever I live whatever I live for
Is more than where for anywhere can be there
Whenever I find it then I will be where
Home is I suppose or home as I can be

One who knows the only home I know is me
My home from which I cannot be evicted
I find in my mind in my own head instead
Of what I cannot own but am home alone

I get by and can be happy even so
Given enough marijuana and Merlot



IV. Everything Ends



I stopped feeding the ravens when I got evicted but
They are still out there and we are still friends
They know in their bones of the skull beneath the skin and what
I do too the hard way now how everything ends



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 15, 2012, 2:53 am


Last Postcard from the Roof



The things we always think will last forever never do
The only thing I ever knew to pass the past was knowing you
Will always be at home with me how still at this late hour
I see you bloom to be for me my very favorite flower
How everyone knows your name now that I am the one to blame
However lost I get you find how we are forever the same

O Laughing Daffodil I love you so I know you know
But I still like to tell you anyway and so I will today
Tomorrow too how it is you were all along and all the way
Will always be at home with me and why I love you so
How I am the one to blame now that everyone knows your name
However lost I get you find how we are forever the same

Across the sky where you and I are written there in light
By diamonds on velvet blue I send you all my love tonight



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 9, 2012, 10:48 am


You



a song for the Laughing Daffodil



You make me laugh like Hedonismbot on Futurama
Happy to be in a comedy and not a drama
I love you and of you is how I think of now when I
Think of life and how I think I want to live then and not die

I looked for what was true looked in my heart and you were there
Found you everywhere so when I found you found me too
And so it was that you were me and I was you

I hope this song is long enough to tell you what I mean
But then again you know when our best lines are in between
Us where we find us of one mind of one reality
And so it is by love that I am you and you are me

I look for what is true look in my heart and you are there
Find you everywhere so when I find you find me too
So it will be that you are me and I am you



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 8, 2012, 11:56 pm


Who Matters Now



Have you ever had the suspicion
Some venerated tradition
Or other apple pie for mother
Some romp of the pomp of circumstance
Has degenerated into nonsense finally
Whatever it meant before after all?

I have though I am so poor and small
That no one who matters can see
Me but you see it matters to the
One who never mattered ever mindful of his chance

Down here I never mind about up there anymore
What was or what some clever someone does
Though they have won their battle because they have lost their war
Nor can they see forever for the Lance

Forsaken I will not forsake though broken still not break
Shaken I will give a shake to those who only take
And wounds still fresh from where their pound of flesh was taken
Are mindful of who matters now and who is mistaken



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Jul 3, 2012, 8:56 pm


Four Really Silly Sirenian Songs



I. My Lovely Manatee



I dreamed myself a dugong swimming in the calm sea
Where I fell in love there with a lovely manatee
We were very happy and we always got along
That is until she took up with a longer dugong

Not to be long enough is tough alone in the rough sea
Nor did I choose to lose my love my lovely manatee



II. When Dugongs Do It



Oh the humanity of a huge manatee
Digging a big long dugong in the swim
Swimming to her as it were as to him
Meeting a manatee halfway wholeheartedly

Too long since we had a manatee around
The house a dugong lost but not yet found

When dugongs do it and manatees mate
Then again is when it is never too late
When dugongs do it then we can do it too
I can be a manatee again and so can you

Splashing through the river flashing to the sea
Dugong you along with manatee me



III. Because He Was a Manatee



A manatee got mad at me
Because I smoked his grass
His vanity offended thus he kicked my ass

But gently though because he was a manatee



IV. Man and Manatee



As I could not eat
The meat of a man
The flesh of a big long dugong
Would be too strong
For me

Too strong familiarity
Wrong all along
Nor could I eat
Manatee meat

Poor me
In the breadline
Not eating the meat
But doing fine
Though life is short if not for long

Where the meat is beaten and eaten
Our condition though fatal not serious
But for manatee or man mysterious
As it can be as we can see

Man and manatee



+Steven Curtis Lance



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