McKune’s Stanyan Street

I  saw you walking on Stanyan Street today

you seemed to be in a hurry

or concerned

or searching

were you trying to find a new acquaintance

or looking for the memory of Rod McKuen

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woman in a starbuck’s window

woman sits in a starbuck’s window

looking, searching, waiting, watching

is it the thing that watchers

in an  Edward Hopper painting

wait, search, look, watch for

does she know

who she is looking for

who she is searching for

who she is waiting for

who she is watching for

I wonder if the subjects in

Hopper’s pa...

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I'm trapped in darkness

Searching for the light to leave

Will I ever find it?

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Enchanting, charming

Kind and caring.

How I fall for this disarming lie

Cunning, swift

Capturing and setting adrift.

A mind so confused

Looking for a missing muse.

There was a sign

Didn’t you see?

A warning of note

But no, you let it free.

Heart so soft and bruised

She doesn’t need to be used

But…it’s her fault

She must bring it to a halt

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A lonely boy in a sea of lonely nights 

in that last hour of the day

capturing words he wishes he had said

writing them down

so they’re out of his head

Music fills the air

soothing the tension

lessening the cares

Take a trip to the other side: 

what makes the other person tick,

what makes them come alive,

what’s in their head they’re trying to hide

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So feeble

we fumble

bodies tangling, intertwining

we get lost in the moment,

in the rush

drifting off to our own space

No time like the present

we’re looking for answers in the pouring rain

If you could get by

for one night

without looking for the answers

If you could

for one night

love me just the same

Everybody needs something

to j...

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You discover them

one by one

climbing up the walls

searching for something to satisfy their hunger

They gather there

smelling the sweetness calling them

they see their chance

a long journey has taken place

Will they reach their target

or will they be wiped out

only to start over again

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I'm searching for a genie at the bottom of every bottle.
But three wishes will only last a little while.
So I'll just sit and sip on my own sorrow,
But you know I'm still going to try again tomorrow.

I'm searching for some rhyme or reason,
Why I'm still here in this mental prison.
Maybe so I'm forced into self-reflection.
But you know I'm stuck in this misdirection.

I'm searching for a...

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Stairways

Stairs going up, stairs going down,

Spiraling stairs going around, around, around.

Which ones to take, which ones to leave,

Ladder or snake? Where does it lead? What is achieved?

Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down,

Sometimes you just go around and around.

Nobody knows the troubles you've seen,

Nobody 'cept Jesus.

I passed a man coming...

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The end is nigh

And here am I

On the edge and trembling

Who will catch me if I fall

Who will be there for it all

The one who stays from end to end

The one who I can call my friend

The one who loves me true and through

The one who knows just what to do

When the end is nigh.

The end is nigh

And here am I

Cascading through the follies

Who will help me find ...

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Somewhere 

I know you're out there 
I can hear your voice in the wind that rustles the leafless trees 
Like them I'm waiting for Spring 
For warmth 
Nourishment 
To grow again inside love 

I'm searching for you
I chase my shadow in the fading colours of the setting sun
Look for your message amongst the stars 
Face upturned 
Bathed in moonlight
In awe of the universe

I've dreamt ...

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Do not look for me, for I am gone.
I am the silent songs of birds, the words
Of ancient etchings scratched off warm stones.
The lone tumbleweed on open sands,
Spreading nothing more across vast lands
And crashing into sparse trees.
I am the breeze on the path that is left behind.
The vacant mind of an elderly man captured
In a photograph. I am the white edge,
The ledge of a pr...

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