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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 3, 2012, 8:36 pm


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



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Jun 28, 2012, 4:47 pm


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



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Jun 26, 2012, 12:16 am


(work in progress...)



People sitting on benches but why
Do they do what they do what we do what I
Do being here on this bench anyway?

Thinking about it all as it has been
If I had to do it all over again
I wonder if I would or I could

Thinking about it now somehow I doubt it
Thinking about it more than I should
Tired as I am just thinking about it

It seems to me the thing to do is be
One of many tired in the Plaza today
But that good kind that feels kind of good



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Jun 22, 2012, 12:25 am


Postcards from the Roof



I. Two for the Sky



Cars are parking crazily
Downstairs today
Dogs are barking lazily
Downtown anyway

You wonder why they do
What they do and I do too
Remembering if hazily
Having hell to pay

I never knew why only who
Meant what to me
Understanding loving you
Love our destiny

Two for one under the sun
Upstairs up high

Two for the sky



II. Parents Who Were Cooler



In the beginning of my end begun
I cough like the Iron Grandmother now

My father never coughed or if he ever did not how
She did and I do nor did my mother
Even as she died so that they had to employ other
Means to the end of continuing when
She saw little reason to cough another breath again

Cough or die they said but she wondered why
With my father out of sight my mother out of her mind
Cool but kind my father cool but unkind
She was too cool to live he was too cool not to forgive
Orphaned I have only been cool now and then

Coughing heaven knows enough I suppose
For parents who were cooler than their son



III. Far Enough to Rise a Star



That particularity
Of testicularity
That which makes men lift their trucks
Takes and makes for some sad fucks
Nothing left but their big bucks
Then that quality by which
They got poor when they got rich
In the end my friend will be
Not the end no not of me

Though I have two no thank you
To that sort of thing
One love heard and listened to
Is the thing I sing
Who I am and what I do
Never mind duality
One love one reality
My particularity
Love the gift to lift me

Having fallen far
Enough to rise a star



IV. Bilocation



Schizophrenic but photogenic they say
Having a hell of a time anyway
In a good or bad way day to day
Hanging on hoping for the best for now
Happy to be here or anywhere

And when you read me (thank you) I am there
Bilocation part of the vocation of
One who got it after a fall after all
What he taught was true but not how he thought he knew
One who learned through doubt about how "God is love"

One who knows how sends himself through love then now
Both here and there in this poetry we share



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Jun 20, 2012, 7:29 pm


Bilocation (work in progress...)



Schizophrenic but photogenic they say
Having a hell of a time anyway
In a good or bad way day to day
Hanging on hoping for the best for now
Happy to be here or anywhere

And when you read me (thank you) I am there
Bilocation part of the vocation of
One who got it after a fall after all
What he taught was true but not how he thought he knew
One who learned through doubt about how "God is love"

One who knows how sends himself through love then now
Both here and there in this poetry we share



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Jun 20, 2012, 7:14 am


Ready Robert Rooster (work in progress...)



Ready Robert Rooster had a cock-a-dude'll do
A shocking lock of hair that did just what it wanted to
And if you didn't want it to it did it anyway

This is why I am unready for him to this day
Heady Ready Robert Rooster pushy bird and bushy
As feathers can be if they can as if he were a man

Of that Gottverdammtes Schuster little more to say
The better for tomorrow the less said for yesterday
When cock-a-dude'll didn't then unready was the word

For Ready Robert Rooster one more pushy bushy bird
So I say to that Rooster hey go cock-a-dude'll you



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Jun 20, 2012, 4:09 am


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



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Jun 18, 2012, 10:58 pm


Two for the Sky



Cars are parking crazily
Downstairs today
Dogs are barking lazily
Downtown anyway

You wonder why they do
What they do and I do too
Remembering if hazily
Having hell to pay

I never knew why only who
Meant what to me
Understanding loving you
Love our destiny

Two for one under the sun
Upstairs up high

Two for the sky



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Jun 16, 2012, 7:05 pm


On Saturday (work in progress...)



One bug to bite me
The other to indict me

Ay ay ay

Another fear
From another year

Never mind now
Not today anyway
Not somehow
On Saturday

Back from the breadline
And made it through fine

I only eat when I get high

Do be
Do be

Have to get high or I die

Do be
Do be

Do

So I do

Having some laid by
Having laid in a supply
As Grandma used to say
On Saturday

Do you too?



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Jun 15, 2012, 4:06 am


Dwight David Dugong



just call him "Triple D"



His name was Dwight David Dugong
They called him "Triple D"
A big long bull of a seacow
Strong as you would see as he could be

As fanciful because he
Was as big then and still bigger now
Than he was when he is not
If he ever was because of me

Even if not he is a hot
Topic hotter than I thought
Albeit not quite gotten
Because he was not forgotten

When I ring up his glory
Then to bring you a smile
I will sing his dugong story
Thing is though it takes awhile

But if my swerving memory
Is serving right who might be wrong
He seemed more than less to me
To be more or less a manatee

Some judging from this shape of his tail
Through whispers of conspiracy
Said he had come and swum the wrong sea
But strong Dwight David Dugong would prevail

A manatee a man of the sea
Of his word undeterred from daring
To lend a flipper or spend time caring
Digging the dugongs who dug "Triple D"

No less though less than more a dugong but
A dugong all along no matter what
Name you give who by his fame will live
Because of mine through me throughout the sea

A man or two or three
Dwight David Dugong
Or D. D. Manatee
A dugong: a song

Just call him "Triple D"



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Jun 14, 2012, 6:56 pm


Far Enough to Rise a Star



That particularity
Of testicularity
That which makes men lift their trucks
Takes and makes for some sad fucks
Nothing left but their big bucks
Then that quality by which
They got poor when they got rich
In the end my friend will be
Not the end no not of me

Though I have two no thank you
To that sort of thing
One love heard and listened to
Is the thing I sing
Who I am and what I do
Never mind duality
One love one reality
My particularity
Love the gift to lift me

Having fallen far
Enough to rise a star



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Jun 12, 2012, 5:57 pm


Long-Haired Old Men



The long-haired old men step out in the sun
Of Orange my hometown and I am one

Long-haired old men stepping out not dead yet
One with a hat on and two with a bow
To tie back their hair three I do not know

Professors at the university
Or paranoid schizophrenics like me

Long-haired old men walking I have not met
Mine hangs down freely and gets in my face
But I like it there in its rightful place

Like Orange my hometown out in the sun
Just starting here when I thought I was done



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Jun 12, 2012, 9:36 am


Not Hating Just Waiting (work in progress...)



He overdrives his oscillators right through the wall
Oscillators that should not be driven at all
Given how cross they make me feel like a loss coming on

Knocking warning until morning will bring up the dawn
Not my style but I smile to see my solution
Not hating just waiting for just resolution

Of oscillators overdriven given how cross
They make me feel my gain through this pain of his coming loss
When I will wait patiently for fate then to appear

No warning until morning fate will show him how
Arriving for his overdriving oscillators here
Now mind over matter matters to my mind somehow

And so when they blow maybe then he will know maybe not
But I am not hating--just waiting--no matter what



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Jun 11, 2012, 4:09 pm


Parents Who Were Cooler



In the beginning of my end begun
I cough like the Iron Grandmother now

My father never coughed or if he ever did not how
She did and I do nor did my mother
Even as she died so that they had to employ other
Means to the end of continuing when
She saw little reason to cough another breath again

Cough or die they said but she wondered why
With my father out of sight my mother out of her mind
Cool but kind my father cool but unkind
She was too cool to live he was too cool not to forgive
Orphaned I have only been cool now and then

Coughing heaven knows enough I suppose
For parents who were cooler than their son



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Jun 9, 2012, 3:31 am


Heaven Knows



for all my friends all over the world
who get me because you get it




Now and always here and everywhere
Help us I suppose would be my prayer
Heaven knows if I knew who to pray
To what I would do what I would say

Help us people of good will to be
All of us where we are near and far
Happy healthy people who are free
To try and understand why we are

And then after that to wonder who
We are when we are and be and do
What we are being woman and man
Both of us doing the best we can

The sun came out and though it went back in
I have no doubt it will come out again



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Jun 4, 2012, 8:01 pm


For Love



and for the Laughing Daffodil



They tell me about heaven and hell
Heaven knows and with hell to pay
Through these two say well one anyway
The other or nothing between

For me like they would like it to be
Like this duality they mean
This is the reality they sell
Profitably but not to me

They tell me about it but I doubt it

Not buying because they are lying
Preaching each exclusivity
By stories of glories of control
Cheap tricks to keep me from my soul

No thank you I would rather be free
To journey through a universe
Of up and down for better or worse
Not below nor above: for love

Why and how and who we are to be
The best of us our destiny
All we ever really know and all
We get to bring from spring into the fall

As long as we are we might as well
Be us beyond duality
At last one world past heaven and hell
For love: the one reality

I live for love as my reason why
So if God is love then so am I



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May 30, 2012, 6:56 am


Lunatic 1-2-3



1

I suppose I am a lunatic
A heretic heaven knows
Having a hell of a time I rhyme
Whatever comes to what never goes

Ridiculous and sublime

2

Grandma took note on her calendar
Of the phases of the moon
Blaming my own on it and not her
Who was the crazy one? Two we were

Lunatics too late too soon

3

Suppose I am a lunatic when
Unlike the Iron Grandmother
Whatever comes and I never go
Almost like forever then

Rhyming time for all I know
Howling at the moon



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May 25, 2012, 9:54 pm


Choosing Love



I

And do I dare descend the stair
Do anything go anywhere
Know anybody dare to care
Even though I know I may fall?

Yes for the laughter of it all
If only maybe for the tears
Of yes or no for all those years
Of maybe so now after all

Now though I let it go I know
How what goes down comes up again
As to and fro I come and go
How every time I lose I win

Past it all I rise to claim the prize
Happiness at last to my surprise

II

What money buys instead of happiness is distraction
From unhappiness to the luxury of inaction
When one has something that has to be done but is able
To lay some money down then who keep it off the table

But to make it go away a day or so is to know
Though one pays for delays what has to come will never go
Till when it does then just because whatever has to be
Will be like I have to and you we who do this for free

Unmoneyed undistracted asserted unretracted
Unapologetic energetic in pursuit of
Happiness the hard way with no money and with only love
Enough to give and take for free to our satisfaction

III

So yes I dare descend the stair
Do everything go everywhere
Know everybody dare to care
Even though I know I may fall

Finding myself by losing it
All in the fall excusing it
Letting it go and releasing
It so it comes back increasing

Yes for the laughter of it all
If only maybe for the tears
Of yes or no for all those years
Of maybe so now after all

Hanging on and hoping for the best
Choosing love by losing all the rest



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May 24, 2012, 6:22 am


If You Will I Will

for Lindsey



Wondering about
What it will be like when I run out
Of time then I rhyme

Living under this life sentence of
Death if you will with only my love
To show for my time

Bittersweet stories
Of glittering but fleeting glories
More of these than I will ever need

So I write you read

That you might avoid my mistakes then
Know what it takes when
The wheel turns so you can hang on still

If you will I will



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May 23, 2012, 12:34 am


Daffodil



Daffodil
When I am ill
As I am now and
Seem to be somehow
These days I think of you
To get me through

Because you understand
Me then and now
And of my love for you
I think of you who
Get me through and through
Of you who always do

When well or ill
Daffodil



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May 18, 2012, 8:01 pm


Janus Just in Time



Janus looking back in January
At his annus as he might as well
Wonders why it has to be so very
Black and white with heaven or with hell
More like purgatory for the wary
Nor buying what those two have to sell

Looking in the mirror with two faces
Going through it and wondering who
We are seeing then exchanging places
Who we are being which of us two
Is the other coming to replace us
Reflecting each other when we do

Not that we do anything but wonder
Janus looking back in November
Around and round when over then under
Trying to forget we remember
Our dual confusion as illusion
Done once one has begun December

Janus just in time for January
Annus gone anus but come what may
Preaching the con to the temporary
Charlatans looking the other way
Say lay down your money and let us pray
We both forget now to remember

A thing or two for neither to forget:
No heaven yet nor hell but regret



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May 13, 2012, 11:42 pm


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



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May 13, 2012, 10:38 pm


Closer to the Sky



Up on my roof is closer to the sky
So if you would know why I go up there that is why

And from me as Icarus to Daedalus as you
I who go up on my roof to do what I do
Say should you like to do it with me there you may too
Being as you are the very sort of person who

Should you come to see me you could be me for awhile
Where I would be you too when understood we share a smile
There we could be if only for awhile then as we are
Should you like to be alongside me a few bright hours

A roof rat as proof that location has vocation
With wine and cheese for our disease of loneliness we face
Invites you to delights of onlyness here in this place
Open to the sky a situational vacation

The sun to light the golden day the moon the silver night
Not mine and yet it is when after hours then it is ours
For watching all the fireworks or wishing on a star
Up on the roof where in my view there everything looks right

For the first nor second floor could never satisfy
Not like my roof up closer to the sky



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May 7, 2012, 12:28 am


Three Little Songs



I. The Role of My Soul



What is the role of my soul
And what am I saving it for?

I never know anymore
Always had forever before
Never had now until when
All that was left and only then
Was and is and will be now

At anytime for anything
Only taking what I bring
My only lonely offering
For forever here is how
I play now the role of my soul

Anyone up there? I look down and see
My soul play its role only lonely me



II. The Ghost at Grandma's



Back when I was a railbird for my mother at the track
I used to think about that body buried out back
Nor could even all those quarters from the fountains I stole
Mitigate this circumstance then out of my control
At Grandma's house that I was not supposed to talk about

I used to drink about it later wondering who
He was and what he thought about it or what I could do
Then someday in a seance when he said he was fine
And was nineteen but in between he was a friend of mine
Who found himself forever for never finding out

Where we grew up at Grandma's house there juxtaposed somehow
I had to go he had to stay and he is still there now



III. Long Laugh the Daffodil



Five foot four nor more where that came from
Or maybe five foot three for all I know
Sweet and smart and profoundly good

Bringing me being understood
Being good to me

Though I never know when I
Am how long I will be then my
Moment now to be

Still alongside bringing spring
Along before I go

Around and round with everything
Forever and for all I know
Where five foot four nor more came from

When there I go then here you come:
Long laugh the Daffodil



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May 4, 2012, 7:20 pm


The Ghost at Grandma's



Back when I was a railbird for my mother at the track
I used to think about that body buried out back
Nor could even all those quarters from the fountains I stole
Mitigate this circumstance then out of my control
At Grandma's house that I was not supposed to talk about

I used to drink about it later wondering who
He was and what he thought about it or what I could do
Then someday in a seance when he said he was fine
And was nineteen but in between he was a friend of mine
Who found himself forever for never finding out

Where we grew up at Grandma's house there juxtaposed somehow
I had to go he had to stay and he is still there now



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