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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Nov 17, 2012, 5:59 am

Get It

As diffident as different
The former because of the latter
Antecedent and consequent
Find I mind no more nor does it matter
If some come to disapprove of
The Lancean specificity
How I am now that makes me me

Diffidently differently
Confessing not sin but happiness
Believing in nothing but love
No more nor less than the progress I guess
Of one with less or more to win
A work in progress progressively
Beginning again and again

Some get me because they get it
So some never come to regret it
When some come get me then go free
As I am and as we were meant to be
In freethinking propinquity
To me that we never forget it
Whatever it is we get it

As dissident as diffident
As the lotus unfolds so do we

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Nov 13, 2012, 10:44 pm

Love Dreams Reality

Our fathers projected their fear on the sky
Where it became there the faith of our fathers
Up from the fathers passed down to the others

When it was the why the law to live and die
Projected reflected protected and then
We outsmart ourselves to be afraid again

Outside the paradox box for who bothers
To wonder and get out from under it all
Waits the why not greater than the why was small

Our mothers always knew between say and do
Love has been here all along no mystery
Fear but a nightmare love dreams reality

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Nov 10, 2012, 6:57 pm

Fur nor Feather

for Lushan Turner for long pants the long way

Neither fur nor feather
My specificity
Naked to the weather
In cutoffs as you see
Insecure in nether
Parts southward from the knee
Being unsure whether
To freeze fry laugh or cry

Here alone together
With me myself and I
As each extremity
Reached up and down allow
Hotter colder older
More naked to the sky
Less I guess than bold or
Once bitten and twice shy
If sadder wiser now

Unfolding patiently
More or less in need of
Clothes when I chose for love
To let it all go by
Long pants and everything
I shed my skin of stuff
Took then but what I bring

In the desert colder
If wiser even though
My pants have all been cut
Off last year past so what
Though those pant legs are gone
As castaway I go
These feet keep moving on
Though older even so
At not too old to try

Neither fur nor feather
Nor flesh nor fowl but free
To go to come again
Now at how not whether
To be or not to be
The more for having been
When being is enough
Then at the now of when

As I face the weather
As it embraces me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Nov 10, 2012, 4:24 am

Rambler American

for Patricia Lance

Rambler American painted powder blue
Shut the door at four in 1959
Riding shotgun not quite knowing what to do

There I was crazy where Mom said we were fine
As a mother does and I suppose she was
Maybe we may be OK the day after

Whatever we asked forever was to be
OK or at least not in pain not the way
We heard about of those who live without love

So maybe we were already anyway
For all she knew as we grew up together
Tomorrow never comes though we do what we can

But hearing the nervousness in her laughter
I thought it must be hard to be a mother
Because it was to be a son I would say

When I understood then we had each other
Always did as always will and still today
Doing what I can tomorrow an old man

I think of her how we were now in that car
Rambler American eye for the weather
Rambler American having come this far

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Nov 8, 2012, 9:10 pm


Mad I came and mad I went
The tree grew as the twig was bent
As this twig was twisted
Not that I could have resisted
Nor would have had any say

Hello here I am anyway
Finding myself at the dance
A mindful Steven Curtis Lance
One of two older than you
Where being there might as well stay
Told behind you come to be
Sent as bent as I went but free

Now to be and do my best
Love sent its one request of me
This dance of life by chance
How I get to forget the rest
Of my bent family tree

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Nov 4, 2012, 11:13 pm

Smoking in the Lockdown Psych Ward

The anecdotal joke is true
We mentals do smoke or tend to
And in my case it was because
Our smoke break was all that there was
To do in the lockdown psych ward

Locked up abhorred locked down ignored
But let out to get in a cage
Barbed wire between us and the sky
Every two hours our pilgrimage
To see the clouds that passed us by

More free than we would ever be
The orderlies gave all and each
Some who had stitches in their hair
One cigarette two out of reach
And all and each of us were there

Some visitors bought better brands
Like Kools with questions brought demands
But only one and we were done
Unless the orderlies had plans
For razor wire or taser fire

It seems our dreams are last to die
Because it was far past time I
Wondered could I be understood
Under the barbed wire but felt good
Where the world ends to make new friends

And I recall when it was me
After the fall then after all
Barbed wire between us and the sun
Locked up and down and afterward
Where in that cage there I was one

Forgetting with a cigarette
Smoking in the lockdown psych ward

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Nov 1, 2012, 5:11 pm

Iron Poetry

for Erwin Carney

As my hashish burns to ashes
So must my dust I trust
Incense turns but fragrantly
The iron poetry of rust
As the ember flashes
What dust learns into memory
Lived passed along and then
What I loved so flagrantly
To be or not to be again

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 26, 2012, 10:33 pm


Romnausea is what we feel
When we worry they might steal
Another one (and have begun)

Recovery again is when
Hope remembers (even then)
The antidote: get out the vote

We count if they count us or not
Down not out no matter what
When they might steal then we must fight

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 24, 2012, 8:01 am

Turning Now

What the stars suggest to me
Is I win when I begin
To see

As by sun and moon I go
Round and round then I am bound
To grow

By the rhythm of the sky
Free in me I see no sin
To try

In the in and outing of
Turning now my learning how
To love

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 22, 2012, 11:51 pm


for Daffodil

Sitting on a stump staring at the sky
Smoking a Kool as stars stand by
Middle of the night what do I see?
You are my star of destiny

That is what you are who are my star
And I know you are who know what I mean
Wherever I am never far from me
More forever than I have ever seen

Now blooming in my heart like spring
Through me how to be
A miracle is happening
An epiphany

Middle of the desert what do I hear
Echo in my heart from afar?
Daffodil is laughing in my ear
What I see is she is my star

When Daffodil I am no more
Then still I will be
Because what it was I lived for
You will live for me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 21, 2012, 1:19 pm

When Daffodil

When Daffodil I am no more
Then still I will be
Because what it was I lived for
You will live for me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 19, 2012, 7:17 am

Staring at Stars

Staring at stars in the desert here
Farther but nearer and harder to fear
Harder being easier for some

Now somehow safe at last for the first
Time when the past had returned for the worst
Time then for the present gifted best

Never mind how long how good how free
Staring at stars sharing all of the rest
Of whatever forever may be

Any of many some who become
By being here becoming everywhere
Learning through turning to overcome

Staring at stars here now where I see
Not going anywhere already there
Daring to be I am finally

Forever found how I was never lost
Through the cracks beyond the Uncle Jacks
Right here on the wrong side of the tracks

Now more than ever whatever it cost
Staring at stars I think they wink at me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 17, 2012, 10:39 pm

As Stars Begin to Fall

Either one an extrovert
One sister one brother
Two tails up four ears alert
Two toothy smiles for all

Dusty dogs of the desert
Bowser and Marisol
Two chasing one another
As stars begin to fall

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Oct 17, 2012, 5:58 pm

This Cat

I had a cat or two
Or three how they had me
Like this cat has me now

Like that cat and somehow
Feline propinquity
Feels good to me again

So let this cat have me
Catless as I have been
And let me have this cat

Hat in hand and full of
Felinity and love
When that cat is this cat

So catful let me be
And have this cat or two
Or three how they have me

And then let that be that

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 15, 2012, 4:58 pm


Remember that spot
That Anwar Sadat
Had on his head from praying?

My wife had one from
The viola come
To think of it instead from playing

A spot on my hand
From my pipe says I
Understand this standing by

And my spot I got
Is as worth my thought
As their spots is what I am saying

Though I have not prayed
Nor practiced or played
I have smoked and have been high

When that was enough
Because life was tough
Then as now high is how I got by

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 12, 2012, 10:53 pm


A Brahms Intermezzo can make me feel as right as rain
Can shake me sad though mad so wake me glad again
Especially in the rain as in the desert today

Happier but sadder songs have washed along away
For an Intermezzo no pezzo novante may know
Nor more than me on the radio for just the thing

To whisper to my heart then to remember how to sing
For now more how I am than how I might have been
Maybe played the way another day I might have done

However I will be whatever still becomes till then
How fingers have forgotten now the ending has begun

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Oct 11, 2012, 8:08 am

Forever a Star

I never knew much
About stars and such
But I always knew
Having come that far
I was a star too

Ending to begin
Now I realize
By losing I win
How falling I rise

Because I am now
And will be again
Shining on somehow
Having come this far
Forever a star

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Oct 10, 2012, 4:39 pm

Falling Like Me

Once I wrote about manatees and of
Dugongs out on the water in love
Now dry in the desert how I must be

Nearer stars fading here find me trading
Manatees for the more essential
Verities of the existential

Nor writing of the inconsequential
Henceforth of no consequence to me
Although I always love a manatee

Manatees are always consequential
Dugongs dapper self-referential
Anthropomorphic and deferential

Farther stars clearer as in a mirror
Now out here in the desert I write
About things like life and death all night

But maybe some manatees come what may
Dugongs doubtless come some other day
Let the settling dust understand the sand

Trading the fading for the crusading
Let me see now to be about how
Insofar as I may understand

Farther here somehow than fear would allow
Let me arise like the Phoenix now
Under desert sky to wonder by star

Stars in the mirror farther but clearer
Any of the many ones we are
Farther the who of me and you too

When it feels good then to be understood
Out in the desert here not too far
For those who chose to be consequential

Falling but rising being surprising
When having nothing but getting back
Up lacking nothing then having the knack

Each manatee and every dugong knows
That the ones who rose are those who chose
Out on the water or out here like me

Never out of fashion never in
Out here without fear who chose beginning
Again without end falling but rising

How one who lost once now twice winning
Rose too and chose to become essential
Falling like me those who rose once again

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 8, 2012, 6:48 pm


I. Rapid-Cycling Bipolarity

An uprising doomed for a downfall
Rapid-cycling bipolarity
Could very well be the death of me

In the ups and the downs of it all
As poisonous as it is painful
Turning unending as unbegun
When happy and sad are disdainful
Of one another as two in one

Racing lest one should be left behind
Outrunning each other leaving none
But me somewhat bereft of my mind

After the laughter tears after all
An uprising doomed for a downfall

II. Paranoid Schizophrenia

Paranoia is not how I
Like to live now before I die
A schizophrenic universe
Of fear too near death to live by
With paranoia haunting me
To fetter the better for worse

Not now not how I want to be
Nor fear for here now to be free
Above the ground beneath the sky
In existential equipoise
Is what I want without the noise
Not sympathy but empathy

At least to walk if not to fly
If not to run at least to try

III. Psychosis

Psychosis is like heroin
Is how I might begin
To explain the pain if I could
Of this diagnosis
But be misunderstood again

Then do-si-dosed when psychosis
In inexplicability
Knows only does not know
Knows only its lonely gnosis

Like heroin like so

The maximum the all the way
Though what may come no not today

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 5, 2012, 11:50 pm

Fifty-One Clicks

Out to the desert here I have come
Fifty-one clicks now where I am from

Or thirty-two miles and a few smiles
Away to stay the night anyway
But with tomorrow become today
I wonder now if I just might stay

Definitely indefinitely

Away a safe distance from trouble
Just enough from that Plaza bubble
I left bereft of a place to be
That maybe this is the place for me

Fifty-one clicks now where I am from
Out to the desert here I have come

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 4, 2012, 10:01 pm


I get too busy to balance and get dizzy
Now and then as how it goes and like others I suppose
Brothers out of round about sisters out of whack
Serial resisters of serenity like me
Who lack a sense of center too as I do and who get off track

Yet when all is still I can see to my surprise
What my ears can never hear until I open my eyes
No way out but in so the music can begin
At the pin of the wheel of what is real then to feel
The joys of letting go in silence that destroys the noise I know

Where in silence there is sung the song of my heart
Let my heart fall silent so the music can start

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 3, 2012, 5:45 pm


They say I am a psycho but I sure am polite
Therefore the more dangerous a nice change for me
Wandering and wondering when it is always night
Or maybe just me in my own reality

Day never suited me anyway not quite like night
Ordinary never like extraordinary
I am now as I am how I was and I will be
When I crash and burn then I learn and I return

They say I am a psycho but I think I am right

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 2, 2012, 2:15 am

At the Crossing

I love it when the hills are backlit by the sun
Looking over its shoulder as it slips away
Out here in the desert where the wind has begun

Tonight it feels right after the heat of today
To see now and to be here at the crossing of
Time and space at here and now the crossing of love

And you are there with me where the wind begins they say
We are together wherever we may be
When I remember you then and you remember me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 30, 2012, 9:27 pm

Rainbows Between

I wish I were as I am now when I was younger
Instead of being driven by that hunger
Then for something seeming more important than
I was yesterday because lesser than today
Trying to be greater I could not appreciate
All the other somethings as a lesser man

Now somehow at this late hour getting up late
Better than never I learned how to see whatever
Taking it easy making love out of hate
I never could before but now at last I can
And getting it I got past forever in my way
No doubt anymore though about what to say:

What I mean where meaning is found there between
Black and white in rainbows made out of shades of grey

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 27, 2012, 8:28 am

The Moon is a State of Mind

I can look out the window here
And now somehow in Perris
The other one near Riverside
And see the moon there high and clear
A state of mind for me to find

The moon is hard to embarrass
Never felt the need to hide
And fortunately everywhere
I ever went the moon was there
Never left the moon behind

Anywhere I ever go
The moon now will be there for me
Out the window where I see
It when I too will be who know
The moon is a state of mind

+Steven Curtis Lance

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