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Exhaling copper, tribal, poppy, civil and non-civil wars,
Lincoln breathed in nearly five decades.
He crossed a hazed Y2K intersection,
to read headlines through a neon-framed window
and lips on familiar faces,
before watching buildings tumble.

After listening to Coast to Coast broadcasts
on his transistor radio,
he would get up,
leaving his room to view shooting stars,
each on their way to fated destinations.

He had been crusaded,
but appeared unconvinced.

While writing,
he tried to see his grandparents,
believing they must be looking in on him.
Time to be going,
Lincoln headed toward campus.
There was always a line for lunch at Hare Krishna's.

He'd sit on his favorite bench,
watching students and professors walk by.
Some of them would say hello to him by name,
"Hey Lincoln, got a poem for me?"
Of course, Lincoln wasn't his real name.
To those asking, he gave a piece of cardboard,
which held a poem written with pens he'd find
beneath or near his bench each morning.

His young friends would offer pieces of fruit.
One girl shared half her daily orange,
presented in a ziplocked bag,
"for later.."
She would always say,
"See you tomorrow Lincoln."

Just beyond reach,
he tried to hold his grandmother's gaze.
Muddied memory slowly streaked upon his face.

Early one Fall morning,
they found him on his bench,
with stack of cardboard offerings
and transistor radio alongside,
static-free.

Students held a memorial service for him.
A few faculty members attended,
as did employees of an animal sanctuary.
Saying they needed it more,
he had regularly contributed half of whatever he had.

A couple students decided to publish a collection
of his poetry,
donating proceeds to local animal shelters.
They adorned "Lincoln's Dream"
with a photo of half an orange,
"for later.."



10.21-22.08
version
11.16.09






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below the subliminal
deep within manipulation
that's where tr^th resides

2 Dec 2011






























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The following comments are for "Static-free"
by Bobby7L

Half an Orange
Now I have to go look on amazon for "Lincoln's Dream".
I'm not sure how much of this is based in truth; you tell a touching story, nicely crafted-

Lincoln sounds pretty amazing.

Thankful to have known a few gentle souls myself.
They bring great strength with their mild goodness.
Thanks for this

Nice to read you
best thoughts- Elizabeth

( Posted by: emaks [Member] On: October 26, 2008 )

emaks/ ..of imagination...
Elizabeth,
Although recent longer pieces: "Caw to Arms", ""Yeah, Yeah, Yeah" (1964)" and "In Country (1963)", were true stories, this metaphorical tale wished release from my head, between 0300 and 0400, several nights ago..I scribbled to paper, transcribed in morning and edited to this version.

Much thanks for taking time to read and for commenting.

Imagining..looking up..

Ciao,
Robert William

( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: October 27, 2008 )

William of Orange Bobby
Nice piece Robert.I like the story, the imagry, all of it. The end is juicy, striking. like the length.

Arigato, charlie

( Posted by: williamhill [Member] On: October 27, 2008 )

williamhill/ of metaphorics
Charlie,
Much thanks.

Ciao,
RW

( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: October 28, 2008 )

Fiction? Too good for that! Bobby...
This story reads so well, story style poem that is of beyond prose and all things,nothing like this have I read before and I am blown away!

It is like something that took me back to the lawns of Berkeley University and to UCSC (Santa Cruz) and the Santa Cruz open mall....there were real guys just like Lincoln, poets like him, to me he is REAL...I have met him in my past a million times over...yes, I have talked to him, have given him money for food, and read his poems, yes.

This is an incredible piece of work Bobby, at this point now my favorite. Yes, I thought it completely true because it is indeed based on so many true stories like this that you witnessed, maybe for me though since I was in the little time warp area of northern CA...it was in the early 70s pre disco, and still hippie in Monterey Bay and the further north up in the Bay area of Berkeley and that whole scene still alive back in the 70s, unlike much of the rest of the country where the sixties ended in the sixties, not where I lived....
..... not where I went to school and college and hanged out with my artsy fartsy intellectual friends, all middle class, idealistic, all poets, all play actors, etc.---this story took me into a whole other place.

Excellent story, and there are way too many details that I noticed and would like to mention but there are just to many, and that is what makes it even more real. Yes, the imagery was like being there, exceptional, wonderful, perfect.

Good job and far beyond...Bobby7,

Namaste,
Lena

( Posted by: TheRealKarmaTseringLhamo [Member] On: October 28, 2008 )

not fact, perhaps
but found much truth in this, of a very human/ humane quality. seems Lincoln's life touched all and brought out their best. perhaps as poets it behoves us to do that more often...

beautifully written story-poem. transporting and engaging. thank you.


( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: October 29, 2008 )

Lena/Shannon..of me..
..metaphor and observation..

Lena,
"Hare Krishna's", references University of Florida, during mid-90's..Devotees, from ISKON temple/farm, outside of Gainesville, would offer a free lunch of prasadam daily on campus ..to long lines of appreciative students, professors, homeless folks and at least one freelance writer.

Much thanks,
Robert William

Shannon,
As in "Poetico", one level deals with power of giving..as poets..and as temporary vehicles negotiating mundane trip across this little orb.

Thank you kindly.

Imagining..looking up,
RW

( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: October 29, 2008 )

Yes, they did that in Berkeley and UCSC too!
The Hare Krishnas...yep, they were doing the same thing on both those campuses I was into then too....and I even went to a couple of their vegetarian feasts once...not bad. I am a semi vegetarian and now my tastes are NO MEAT< NO CHICKEN< just fish and other protien products of no living variety or animal varity I should say....anyway, you know what I mean. This story ROCKED with purity!

Namaste!
Lena

( Posted by: TheRealKarmaTseringLhamo [Member] On: October 29, 2008 )

Lena/ we were older then
Lena-
Thanks for return visit..

Happy All Hallow's Even!

October child,
BobbyG

( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: October 31, 2008 )

TinaLouise.."Static-free"
Tina-
Tante grazie.

Ciao,
Robert William

( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: December 17, 2008 )

"Static-free"..
Edited version..

( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: November 17, 2009 )





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