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“Opening Up” by Jude Lally

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Before I begin,
I’d just like to say
that if there is something wrong with me,
it wasn’t always this way.
And it didn’t suddenly appear
out of the clear, blue sky one day.
There wasn’t some horrific accident,
it didn’t happen overnight,
nor did I realize that life would be an endless fight.
I don’t even know how to tell you what happened to me.
Although it didn’t “run in the family,”
somehow it spawned from my gene pool randomly.

Well I’m not sick,
at least not in a contagious sort of way.
I don’t aim to preach,
but I’ve got a lot to say.
My condition isn’t cognitive,
my perils aren’t simply day-to-day,
my ailment isn’t all in my head.
It severely retards the movements in my lower legs.
This disease affects my arms, my ears and my eyes.
In fact, sometimes I can’t help seeing red.

Now, I’m not slow,
I just talk that way.
I need people to comprehend,
not just get the gist of what I say.
I know what you’re thinking,
and the answer is no—
I haven’t been drinking.
I know I slur my words sometimes,
so it may seem that way.
Let me put it like this:
don’t be so bold as to ask
what’s the matter with me.
Put it another way,
perhaps a little more delicately.

At least I’m not paralyzed.
The diamonds still shine bright,
they’re just not in high demand.
Don’t expect me to wiggle my big toe.
And – for God’s sake! – find someone else
to lend you a hand.

Jude Lally,
The View from Down Here
Accents Publishing

Jude Lally

“Recollection Rate” by Jude Lally

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Ideas blow in rapidly
like cold fronts
on chilly autumn afternoons

Without the capability
to write
I seek means
to salvage dreams

Must be a way to get
them down before I forget;
maybe keep a tape recorder
by the bed

or rush to the computer
where the whole voluble world
awaits?

Which do I foster
and which surrender
to the subconscious?

10% make it to the hard drive—
the syntax casualties are enormous

Jude Lally,
I’m Fine but Thanks for Asking
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“Just to Get By” by Jude Lally

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Approaching swiftly
from down the street, reveling
Winter air nipping
each breath expanding, escaping
Hands covered
joystick still shivering

Coming steadily
from street to sidewalk
into parking lot
onto walkway
Invading space gradually
almost stealthily
marking my territory

Smokers take notice
nudge and elbow
stand uptight upright
so I can get by, inside
let greenbacks blow
watch our team’s demise
Tonight’s enemy
dressed yellow

Outside double doorway
my patience testing
Waiting to inch in
How many more times
do I need to say it?
Excusing necessary, feeling eluding
Quickly announcing
not only walking
drinking and driving
patting, poking
unrightfully grab-assing
attention gathering
Step aside enabling
apology accepted
Magazine stands encroaching
approaching frustration

Toes aware
coming through, beware
except for one
Too late!
Too much hesitate
not enough dictate
BUMP! SMASH!
Up and over
DANCE! RELOCATE!
Implicate, shrug and simmer
No hope for surrender
realize, empathize, notice, appreciate
Remember next time
exact moment without indicate

Jude Lally,
The View from Down Here
Accents Publishing

Jude Lally

“Work Perks” by Jude Lally

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Rushing to the bathroom
.  my only focus: RELIEF.
Without taking aim
.  I pelt an empty, upside-down beer can
.  .  with my clear, fierce stream.
The tin rattles back the sound of rainfall
.  and clogs the hole in the bowl
.  causing the toilet to overflow.

Later I go in
.  and see the blockage gone.
I can’t help but wonder
.  how much the bar staff
.  makes here?

“Recollection Rate” by Jude Lally

I'm Fine but Thanks for Asking

Ideas blow in rapidly
like cold fronts
on chilly autumn afternoons

Without the capability
to write
I seek means
to salvage dreams

Must be a way to get
them down before I forget;
maybe keep a tape recorder
by the bed

or rush to the computer
where the whole voluble world
awaits?

Which do I foster
and which surrender
to the subconscious?

10% make it to the hard drive—
the syntax casualties are enormous

Jude Lally,
I’m Fine but Thanks for Asking
Accents Publishing

“Gravity” by Jude Lally

The View from Down Here

Up: in the air, in the chair, in my lap, in the clasp of my hand.
Down: to the ground, beyond my reach, between these feet, beneath this seat.
So quickly things fall below me –
Well, it’s not supernatural… It’s just GRAVITY.

Gravity – When all I wanted was to stay awake, you weighed on my eyelids like some unwanted blindfold, as if – I needed to be told, “Bedtime, lights out, I say!”

Gravity – You wouldn’t let the boxer rise to finish the fight – too bad; 10 count in the 9th. Your aim is to get the best of people. You drag them down even when they’ve turned their lives around. That ain’t nice! What gives you the right?

Gravity – You’re the reason toothpaste dribbles down my chin onto my crotch after I’ve already dressed and am headed for the door. Now I gotta face the daunting task of changing pants. Thanks a lot, now I’ll never make my escape.

Gravity – You keep me bending, you keep me reaching, you keep me doubled over. I’ve done many a face dive because of you, right to the floor, suffered rug burn on my forehead, rolled out of bed, hit the deck, took a spill, tested my will.

Gravity – You asshole, remember that night when I came home with ol’ what’s her name and we were so close to bed but without my strap on I succumbed to the floor instead. Well I’ve fixed that now at least; started wearing my seat-belt everywhere.

Gravity – A million times my book fell, my Discman dropped, the batteries lost. Could you delay me any more? How many times will you make me rinse off my silverware? Spilled drinks, over-turned ashtrays, dinner-go-plop – WHAT THE HELL? – do you really think I can operate a mop?

Gravity – You sick son-of-a-bitch, always taking up all my time. Whether you’re swallowing my cell phone, making off with my money or causing the arching of my spine, you always keep this smile in decline.

Gravity – What purpose do you serve anyway? Without you things would always stay right up in the air, and guess what? That’s how I like it. So sometimes, I wish you’d just stay the fuck away from me!

I can’t stress enough the gravity of the situation.

Jude Lally,
The View from Down Here
Accents Publishing

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“Wintertime and the Living is EASY” by Jude Lally

Every now and then do something no one sees coming
so the mundane secedes and becomes pleasurable again
Throw regard to not-so-distant relatives for a while
Take the week off and pay a visit to that vibrant little college town

And it’s easy
the whole damn thing is easy

Easy like getting jacked. Easy like being kidnapped. Easy like lucky #7
Easy as heaven. Easy as hell. Easy as waking up in jail

A road trip on a whim, I don’t mind dropping by
The last thing on my mind is the timing
One cannot choose when teenage years get left behind

Easy leaving. Easy as the Interstate. Easy as one state away. Easy
getaway
Easy on the wallet. Easy peasy. Easy breezy. Easy as pie!
Easy as Ham on Rye. Easy read. Easy as taking the lead. Easy as a
guilty plea

I'm Fine but Thanks for AskingEasy like crashing a charity bake
Easy like licking icing from a cake
Easy like singing HAPPY BIRTHDAY

A writer’s gathering coincides with the visit
so I’m in for the ROYAL TREATMENT
We take care of ourselves
That is, they take care of me
inevitably, almost instinctively
like two recovering parentalholics
nourish me back to infancy

Easy driving. Easy finding. Easy dining. Easy laying. Easy staying
Easy bathing. Easy Hampton Inn. Easy as the alphabet, Easy as an
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“Indecisive Insight” by Jude Lally

The View from Down HereUnder hovering showers of joy
This assistance presence is felt
Adorn time forgot names brushed gingerly
Compelled to feel awkwardly, somberly

Everyone always has something else going on
Flares and smoke signals ought to be available upon request

Photo booths and airplane bathrooms are unlikely candidates
Standing ovations
Some movie theaters with stadium seating cause strain in necks
Haunted footing on inclines of mirrored houses for freak shows

Underneath there is no camouflage
On the inside there is still hemorrhaging
From far away this sturdy paper plate may look soiled
Probably all the exterior labels need re-laminating
But catch me on a good day and you’ll find all smiles.

Jude Lally,
The View from Down Here
Accents Publishing

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“An Instant” by Jude Lally

I'm Fine but Thanks for AskingAs another morning approaches
there’s an impulse: Go back to bed!
it isn’t time to give up on sleep just yet

but a chill on exposed toes
and pressure on my hip bone
has to be tended to.

I squirm, roll and take hold
of my tangled quilt, cover cold feet—
all while keeping my eyelids tight
to avoid letting light penetrate
my weary soul. In an instant I am
walking on a beach at sunrise,

naked in the sea breeze, surrounded
by nonchalant onlookers. I awake
and infer from my clock
two hours have passed.

Jude Lally,
I’m Fine but Thanks for Asking
Accents Publishing

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“The Daily Grind” by Jude Lally

The View from Down HereProving nothing but spite
Awaken break of daylight
To the sound of children screaming
Realizing – it’s beyond dawn – I’m dreaming
Time spends on a dime
Apparently, it’s recess time
And here, lying all exposed
Cacophony coming in through the window

Decided that getting used to this was enough
Ruling the world is tough facing rough stuff
What it takes is guts
Get a hold of yourself and stop pulling stunts
Start paying the rent by the 3rd of each month
Get over to the park
Get a tan
Get sane
Do whatever you got to do

Imagine waking with an agenda
With an early start time
With a real morning
Rushing for the door
Many odious to-do’s
Boohoo

Dealing for the future while fighting
Searching for the old man within
Must be treasure at the end of the rainbow
Fed up waiting for my time to shine
Starving and unfulfilled frame of reference
Diagnosed ten years gone sour preference

Now I travel with fate unknown
Caught between the drapes of life
Now is the time to write

Jude Lally,
The View from Down Here (2010)
Accents Publishing

Jude Lally

Jude Lally writes and recites poetry as an outlet for his creative needs and as a means of enlightening, inspiring, engaging and entertaining listeners. Fortunately, Jude’s main source of inspiration in his writing is easily accessible; unfortunately, so many places in the world are not: in 1998 Jude was diagnosed with a rare, degenerative neuromuscular disease called Friedrich’s Ataxia. Jude received a BA in Business Administration in May of 2006. Jude is a member of the poetry group Poezia, occasionally attends The Poet’s Supper and the Artcroft writer’s group outside of Carlisle, KY, and is a regular presenter at the Holler Poets series events.