Lee Mack

(Shelbyville Kentucky)

Headbands Stretched Over Temples Xx Xxx Xx Original 07 20 2013


Headbands stretched over temples dam
The steady flow from sweaty rains - babies
Still born cut free float down into the return
To the fate that ordinary preparation awaits
In storm drains that tank to a fullness of mind
Carried into waste water streams of pain
Dimensional centers of faith and grace
Radiating first colors arcing from poles
Of visible bursts of that neon light spill that
Engulfs thought that unwinds into an alphabet
Of the randomness of meaning seen to look
A lot like God barging in at the party’s end
Presence without regard to repentances
And without the pronouncement of grace
Interrupts the true meaning of dreams








Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. No permission granted.







(Page 2, Headbands Stretched Over Temples, Lee B Mack)


The present tensor presses against human
Glands that sweat syndromes –what is wrong?
In prayer the one to blame for softness shares
The hardness of behavior slow to forgiveness
Whoever hears God’s forgiveness will not
Withstand the turn of the curve that bends
To love -the hardness of our grip brakes to
Pardon his and mine –be not obliged for the
Stretch of truth’s dimension –hang onto
Another synchronicity with the same
Conceived reality we trusted in the memory
My new next door neighbor half my age spoke
To me across two yards of separated grass
He once worked in another State in the same
Building in the same laboratory where I had
Worked 30 years ago I never recalled
Becoming black –African nor American I just
Recall becoming the sociopath’s political object
In the irony of the workings of games that
Make no difference except to sucker the peace
To play with one another’s chance –per chance to
Play to lose the chance created in animated
Games of war and peace of mind









Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. No permission granted.






(Page 3, Headbands Stretched Over Temples, Lee B Mack)


Polity of irony makes room for his stepchild
By the breeding to ward to his other brother
The choirboy of the woman of his fantasy
The mother of all the gods –as we wished
Away the love of the love of neighbors
Little sister wears her white Easter bonnet
We share the glare of Aunts –the hubris of
Spring sings in tongues licking with passion
Easter eyes opened by mechanized lids to
Stare upon black patent leather shoes
Hunters return from the fields with prey - one
Of the domesticated mothers carries a live
Fetus before its first breath of death
Headbands stretch to find undiscovered
Dimensions of love –not about to happen?
This God of concept of synchronicity fixes
Context widened to new dimensions in the
Nineteen sixties –into 20th centuries of years
Again and again- Relax let it happen.













Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. No permission granted.

Submitted: Saturday, July 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013


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