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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 26, 2012, 12:02 am

Reversible Mittens

(work in progress...)

Reversible Mittens the R(money)bot
Though whose rejection on Election Day
Will lose the War on Women in a rout
The War on the Poor the Iran Plan and more
Of their best the rest they seek to steal it for
Their happy ever after of everlasting war
They got what they paid for got what our money bought

By mechanical laughter no thought why not no doubt
No thinking no blinking just shrinking to fit
He takes his turn as if entitled to it
To do as we die as they program him but who
Will doubtless choose something like nothing to say
Without ever finding out too much about
What he never knew or whatever he forgot

Reversible Mittens the R(money)bot
Has got to stay reversible come what may
Edging just away as if entitled to
Shake the Etch-a-Sketch and make a new start someday
Because a bot does what a bot was bought to do
Has got to do when once again he is running then
And we may see he may be running away

They got what they paid for got what our money bought
Reversible Mittens the R(money)bot

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 23, 2012, 7:07 pm

When Lives Overlap

When lives overlap then we pass along
Whatever worked whatever made us strong
Though we were not we thought so never knew
Believing our story through grief to glory
Trying to make some forever come true

Dying to live right and getting it wrong
Forgetting now for never mind ahead
Like getting left behind in kind instead
Making our imaginary friends alone
When our glory is we are the story
Being here to know now and then to be known
Trying to make some whatever come true

But maybe now this will be how we do
Forever or whatever for me and you
Through pleasure and pain to links in the chain
Woven of love over and around again
When lives overlap then we pass along

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 22, 2012, 8:49 pm

Spring in Fall

I miss my wife
I miss my life
I miss it all in fall
And everything in spring

Nothing now to laugh about
Nothing after all
Funny how it all turned out
Dancing on a string

No strings attached I dance for free
And never look behind
Forever looking back at me
There where I lost my mind

And everything in spring
I miss it all in fall

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Mar 21, 2012, 2:06 am


Man and woman begin again
Once more after war
Finding out about dying then
For a garden or a metaphor
To win or lose who choose at last
Dying to live for
Living by forgiving the past

That the future may be more
Of a present than this
Former child of a latter war
Presents now like a kiss
That will not turn away
Till yesterday becomes today
And then becomes now when

Today becomes tomorrow
Turned all the way from worst to best
But that is then and this
Is now and never mind
The rest that is before behind
When this not there is where we find
Us here now anyway

After the dying for of war
Forgiving before the living for
Whatever was that was then because
Between what will be and what was
What might be and what might have been
For a garden or a metaphor
Us here now is how we win

Between us knowing what we mean
Ending as begun
Through tears to laughter after all
Who entre nous through two to one
Know spring follows fall
Through winter when we enter in
Man and woman begin again

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 14, 2012, 2:14 am

The Opposite of Fear

Hope is found at last
When all else is lost
A present from the past
When love is what it cost

In my future now
When I hope to be
My hope through love somehow
Will bloom then into me

As I still endure
I will persevere
By hope the only cure
My life the death of fear

The opposite of
Fear to hope through love

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 12, 2012, 12:09 am

I Want to Be a Star

for Teddy my son the actor and
for Lindsey my friend the writer

Who could blame us we who would be famous what else should we do
But give and take and make do living through it dying trying to?

Because it does us good to make this better than what was
That behind our duty to find beauty being as it does
In mind forgetting farther than we are as far as we can go
Making good now being understood when you remember me

Not only for myself a trophy lonely on a shelf of
What was but as what will be who we are because the who of love
Is us becoming as it does us being so to grow
Better than what was because what is becoming what will be

Us being as we do becoming each the star we are
No star out of reach for all or each who reach nor star too far
Out the window like a mirror a familiar face I see
In the sky or in a book I take one look at you and know

Now you know who I am and I know who you are too when
What might seem to turn out wrong farther along turns out quite right
How when a star must fall then it must surely rise again
Burning bright when I see the light and it looks like me and you

A star not far away today to shine tonight when we are light
I want to be a star then I want you to be one too

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 7, 2012, 8:29 pm

Worrying About My Checking Account

Worrying about my checking account
Money that is or not I suppose
Fearing it is not because I forgot
Maybe the bank remembered me when
Being too worried to check the amount
It all went crazy again but then
If not worried enough to forget
About it remembering to doubt it
Is what I think thinking no one knows
How worried now worried enough to regret
Being this way today worrying about it

I think spring is coming but I know fall
Comes for me now when being like this
Is almost enough not to be then at all
Though too much to miss so with no one to kiss
Being anyway now to say this is how it goes
Worried about money when being without it
And then if I amount to more than the amount
Less a discount of whatever I might count
For before the more or less of after no more
Nor less any more than many ever bargained for
That is or not in my checking account

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 4, 2012, 8:26 pm

Now My November

Down the path of the psycho up I go
Nuts now with only one alternative
Peanuts and tree nuts and then me I know
Nuts all around in the trees in the ground
And though both and neither nuts even so

When I am trying though dying to live
To be happy but if I cannot be
I must take what I can just be a man
About it though I doubt I can get out
Alive to find out what this life was about

Except for the love I think of when I
Think about living knowing I must die
Thinking I knew but did not I forgot
Never to finish this man I began
To remember till now my November

Whatever the name of the month may be
Whatever a man is the best I can
When knowing now is always then for me
Never to finish but start in your heart
Now when this man is then when I am not

Never to finish but always begin
Not saying goodbye a good enough start
Keeping on keeping on waking sleeping
Giving and taking using up making
The most of my moment of destiny

To leave you with only the best of me
The rest of me left behind with the mind
You lose only once who find it again
Another day in another way too
Peanuts and tree nuts and how about you?

Remember me now my November when
You see me again remember to go
On with the show (this is it) even though
I forgot remember when I am not
Remember me now my November then

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 1, 2012, 12:05 am

A Very Useful Thing

A penis is a thing to sing
In spring to bring between us
A thing that brings the he-ness
In things out like no other thing

Mars to Venus night to day
Or Mars to Mars like singing stars
Singing planets anyway
Singing like they mean us

Ooh la la la la

Like a flower in its power
Springing up to bring in spring
When love grows in us it shows
Us doing as we say

And when one comes between us
A penis entre nous

(Ooh la la la la?)

If one knows then where it goes
And two know what to do

Can be a very useful thing
By which to sing the stars
By which to bring a springing rose
Singing like we mean us

Ooh la la la la

Mars to Venus Mars to Mars
A penis in between
Night to day to Mars or Venus
Used then either way I mean

A thing to bring a thing we sing
If entre nous between us
Sung by the well-hung come what may
A very useful thing

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 28, 2012, 7:36 pm

The Only Way is Up So Here I Go

fifty-six lines at fifty-six cents overdrawn

Let me be alone to take my mistake
In stride or hide or something like heal now
Let the disappointment ache out somehow
Enough reality I need a break
If the psychotic kind out of my mind
Though even so let me take time to take
What little I have left and do my best
To be happy and to make my mistake
The past at last to learn from left behind

I would be happy if only I could
But knowing I should at least I would try
To find happiness then before I die
Now before all this is over for me
At least when this side of reality
Learning from this as from all my mistakes
Always the hard way as harder each day
Turning and earning whatever it takes
I wonder what it all means anyway

When all it takes is all I have to give
Everyone tells me I have to forgive
To forget and yet remember to live
As I should but would tell them if I could
That now I am something like tired and would
Like to try and figure out how to be
If I am supposed to how to be me
Let me take a break then with my mistake
Behind me to find such me as can be

Having taken time to be mistaken
It might take awhile now to smile again
Returning learning to smile again then
Better than ever with wrinkles to show
Someone who suffered but let it all go
Who will always wonder though never know
To know has no importance anymore
Winning the peace through having lost the war
The peace that comes from having understood

This is it for me now the only chance
To be for this being becoming Lance
Belatedly fated to join the dance
And this is it to be the best I can
This as this fifty-seven year-old man
Having had trouble and wanting no more
Having done what I should then what I would
Now wondering what all the fuss was for
Doing what I should then the best I could

Fussing behind I keep an open mind
Finding the meaning of life to be kind
Of hard to understand for those who fuss
But kind of easy for the rest of us
Having what it takes when it takes it all
Humankind is best when humans are kind
Learning from mistakes we rise when we fall
So it is then as I open my eyes
To my surprise now to see how I rise

Having understood not needing to know
The only way is up so here I go

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Feb 27, 2012, 2:07 am

About to Find Out

Are we because God is or is God because we are?

A question of faith in answer to a sentence of death
Up a chain of command I could never understand
I never got forever down but it got me

Whose movie is this anyway and who is the star?

Now somehow in the question the suggestion of one who
Never knew because I was too busy asking you
When I was one too busy asking then to be

One heartbeat to the next suspended now between one breath
And another reaching for each other through the black to blue
To immortality through our mortality

Suspended as we are between one and the other hand
When each a star is reaching then for God because we are
About to find out we are each the star

When I see God is you then you see God is me
Being God through you when you are God through me too
Albeit through doubt about to find out

Believing in us to reality

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Feb 25, 2012, 1:18 am


My adventures are small
If adventures at all
To you who go out and about

Never going anywhere
I have them never doubt
Not out but in my head

No becoming everywhere
Instead of out inside me there
No becoming yes instead

Nowhere can be anywhere
The snake has shed his skin
Something new can now begin

Something I can keep in mind
Looking ahead leaving behind
Another skin beginning again

Ahead or behind instead my mind
Will find great adventures however small
Nothing left to lose still always win

Not out nor about but nowhere at all
Never going anywhere but in

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Feb 22, 2012, 10:16 pm

The Love We Share of Everywhere

The only way is up so I say up up and away
The only way to go I know the only thing to say
Though I was not so happy yesterday I know today
Is as good a day as any to be being anyway
I may as well as I can tell tomorrow looks to be
More to be then for now and again or how it looks to me

Going who you know as you through human propinquity
Known as me as knowing I am growing going day by day
Wherever I am going knowing I am growing still
As I never have before as one who has forever will

Though I was not so happy yesterday I know today
The only way is up so I say up up and away
The only way to go I know the only thing to say
And the love we share of everywhere is showing me the way

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Feb 20, 2012, 7:43 pm

Minty Fresh Boogaloo

What will I do when my dream comes true?

Given half a chance
I will wash my flattering pants
And I will do two loads of laundry when
I will wash my favorite shirts
Giving quarters till it hurts
Into the washer and the dryer too

I will shave up minty fresh and comb my hair
Gathering myself I will go downstairs then
An even stance and specificity
And courteous and Lancean like me
As one who is but may not be all there

By the Plaza fountain where under the sun
In fun entre nous I will say "au contraire"
After the debacle to cockadoodle do
Because of what was what a cockadoodle does
Whatever I please saying things like these:

"Bon voyage" "Bon chance"
I will sing and I will dance
I will do the boogaloo
And be Steven Curtis Lance
With a yabba and a dabba and a yabba dabba doo
And then I will go back upstairs again

This will I do when my dream comes true

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Feb 19, 2012, 8:50 pm

Grandma Was the Easter Bunny

I remember finding out the truth about Santa Claus
And the Easter Bunny too and who the Tooth Fairy was
But when I asked the grownups about God they said to me
That God was real and asking was committing blasphemy
That some things are imaginary but that some are not
That I had better shut up and believe what I was taught

Grandma was the Easter Bunny Grandpa was Santa Claus
My mother was the Tooth Fairy but I was who I was
And thought a lot about what I was taught doubting a bit
Deciding just in case to live this life like this is it
Now though it has been odd I go on how I do not know
With or without keep going on but growing as I go

That I might be who God is to me doing what I do
To live the truth I earned through life and learned the hard way too

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 17, 2012, 8:05 pm

Finding Out

Once it was one and when one was another
The mother of my mother then the other
Though I was always one alone together
Twice it was one again but myself another then
Myself and not myself as I remember

And where were you? I wish I had known whether
Taking first and making second opportunities
You may have recognized me as you or not
If your April remembered when my December
Once brought them to their feet then twice fought me to my knees

Now to me you seem to be the me I forgot
Once but I remember you now marveling how
Losing all is liberating when you find out
Once then twice now thrice about this lonely mystery
That always is because it was only what will be

And where was I? Between what was and what was not
Once believing thinking twice beginning to doubt
But if the third time is the charm no harm finding out
Reaching for each other though never having known
Who we were lonely for being only all alone

Mindful one is always all in ways like these
Any of the many finding out by threes and
Finding out what all that talk of magic was about
Mindful all is one through such lonely mysteries
As these I never understood only always knew

Only now finding out how lonely without you
Waiting in the darkness between now and then
Ending waiting for the beginning to begin
Reaching for each other unknown and unseen
Reaching out believing in us through doubt between

Looking for each other it took awhile to see us
And to realize our eyes could see us again
You in me and me in you but now I understand
Finding you now finding out how you were looking too
Finding us we find ourselves lonely to be us

Finding you now finding out how you know what we mean
When we are the meaning now again and again
Finding out the past at last was only what will be
Clearer in the mirror when here and now is how
When now is all we ever have never minding then

Finding out we find ourselves each other I find
What I forgot ahead but you remembered behind
I find myself about to find out what to do
When you are me then I am you seeing us come true
Finding in each other how finding out now

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 14, 2012, 9:26 pm

When the Only Way Out is In

for Michael Dickel

Not saying heavy smoker never wanting to sound heavyset
Set in his ways or something for always obsessed with never getting fat
Or ever getting anywhere when the only way out is in
But then again nowhere getting somewhere through the end about to begin
Round and round in a hurry never gaining a pound through worry
Losing it all then after all would make many an old cat feel like that
But this one never met a cigarette he could say no to yet

That is if someone has an extra one for one old lonely cat
That not knowing better might by letter look to be quite a lot like me
Learning the hard way losing it all is his only way to win
So who only smokes according to the rate of your generosity
Only if someone has an extra one for one old cat like that
But someone who has an extra one or two or three should save them for he
Who though he has no money still can be pretty funny at times

As the clock in the tower chimes out the hour so his poetry rhymes
In lonely duty to beauty when the only way out is in

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Feb 14, 2012, 1:35 am

The Song of the Iron Grandmother

for Darlene

Knowing your rear from a hole in the ground
According to Grandma was about what
Really was up what goes down where your butt
Is and mine when our butts are on the line
Is what I mean the common sense between

Yes never tougher ever were than her
No nonsense for the Iron Grandmother

And her honor was bound by what she found
Then passed to me when she was history
Her story when she passed through then past me
Into the future now a mystery
At least to me how she passed through it all

Yes never tougher ever were than her
No nonsense for the Iron Grandmother

Tough but not bitter bighearted nor small
And if not deep at least not cheap and good
For the Iron Grandmother understood
Making it up to the boy honor bound
To last from the past as what was the best

Yes never tougher ever were than her
No nonsense for the Iron Grandmother

Yes from no even when no one could know
What got us through but never mind the rest
Making it up to the boy even so
Making it up through the boy all around
And I am the boy today so I say

Yes never tougher ever were than her
No nonsense for the Iron Grandmother

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Feb 7, 2012, 8:17 pm

An Independent Astronaut

I like a shot of vodka in my coffee or two
Like to have a drink and think that would be good with you
And drugs I never mind indeed they never leave my mind
As when I smoke I like to toke medicinally
Plain cigarettes the one vice then I ever leave behind
Trying to prolong the agony daring to be
In ecstasy with Molly or with some nice LSD
An independent astronaut doing what I do

I will be as I was because just me being me
A wanderer a wonderer a blunderer too
But somebody in spite of everybody always free
All the days and nights of all the ways this crazy span
This shiver of now lights this flash of immortality
This sliver of eternity of this crazy man
You know as me and whom you see before you on the page
Coming to become me now becomes reality

Nor does the light die for I go gentle in my age
My life for you to read or me to live high as I can

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 3, 2012, 3:02 pm

The Only Way Out

Listening to trance music from France
Coming upon it by chance somehow
Through my laptop to mon chateau Lance
Which is this little room at the top
Of the bottom after that steep drop
Becoming to my surprise my rise
Which took me awhile to realize
Then losing this way is when I win

Listening by chance this trance from France
Making my neurons fire poetry
Beckons me come to become the dance
Feeling like a falling leaf in fall
Freeing me seeing me being now
The best I can without knowing how
In the reality of it all
That there is no end but to begin

I can see what can become of me
Taking it as it comes even though
Out of my mind up against the wall
Without anything except to be
When then somehow becomes now and when
With no one but me but free I see
Now to be the only how I know
Only lonely every now and then

I take it as it comes as I go
Whatever it is so I go free
Going seeing no reason to stop
Freeing the being I know as me
Having lost everything now to grow
Though shrinking outwardly inwardly
Within this little room at the top
Without anything except within

Then losing this way is when I win
Now when the only way out is in

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 2, 2012, 12:56 am

Chagrin d'Amour

I thought I was lonely

Alone I forgot
Remembering only
Together I was not

To my chagrin when
Alone together then

Remembering only
To my chagrin when
I thought I was lonely

Not now and not again

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Jan 30, 2012, 10:36 pm

When We are Poetry

Mad as a hatter but what does that matter
When being becomes me? I am poetry
As you we two and any of the many
Who overcome the limits of the past

We who become the many of the any
To come to become then who go free at last
From tears to hereafter through laughter somehow
Overcoming then by becoming now

Being and becoming and coming to be
When we are in tune with the moon in the blue
Night bright as noon and with daylight coming soon
Being becomes us to be you and me

Two more morning stars who know then what to do
When we are poetry and now breaks through
The wall of what was to what is me and you
As what will be when we are poetry

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 30, 2012, 7:21 pm


We taste each other by the lips
Before we take each other by the hips

Out looking for each other where we find
We wonder and we blunder but we get there in the end
By mindful journey heart to heart
Our journey now at hand

Nor blame us you or me when it is not for us to be
Together even when apart
Then I hope you will always be my friend
Looking out for each other by the heart with us in mind

And we will understand
Us still in spite of our relationships

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 25, 2012, 12:54 am

Something Like Love

Madness is making me feel adolescent again
A crazy joyride and I bet this is not over yet
Were I to bet when I regret to be then I see
I bet the house but it won leaving only its regret
An afterimage in the negative shadowing me

Now I wish what was was not but that was how it was
Because the house does it was not a wager I would win
I lost what it cost to be part of the bourgeoisie
In a legacy of bitterness the wages of sin
Or fear or of at least not love far as our hearts could reach

Too sad to wonder why with arms too short to reach the sky
Not my own to own together but alone when in
And then out of the house out on my own now still alone
On a crazy joyride out to see what I should be
A lonely rite of passage only passing time could teach

I might never grow up ever quite but out on my own
Expand like the universe for better now from worse
I might grow quite alone except when someone visits me
A certain someone in particular I can think of
Who goes but comes and knows then we will always be like this

Madness is making me feel adolescent again
A crazy joyride and I bet this is not over yet
Were I to bet when I regret to be then I see
A certain something in particular something like love
When someone understands me and it feels like my first kiss

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 22, 2012, 6:37 pm

To Someone Rising Far Away

for you

Someone is rising with the light
Though I am falling with the night
I turn and night returns the day
To someone rising far away

And so we are both evening and
Morning star in the morning land
At evening as below above
Round across the brightening sea
Someone is enlightening me
By love to see the reason of
The rising light and falling night
As one the way we stars are two
The yin and yang of me and you

To someone rising far away
Someone rising with the light who
Reads this and who will understand
Who always does (you always do)

I turn and night returns the day
To someone rising far away

+Steven Curtis Lance

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