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THE GASLIGHT ANTHEM – I’DA CALLED YOU WOODY, JOE

I was crawling around in my head in the haze of a trance Rico said, “I’ma turn you onto a sound, cool out your head This is the sound from Camden town.”

And then I heard it like a shot through my skull to my [...]

Poetry Friday

STILL ON WATER

Solitude closes down around us As we lie passive and exhausted Solitude clamps us softly in its warm hand.

A turtle slips into the water With a faint noise like a breaking bubble; There is no other sound, only the dim Momentous conversation of windless Poplar and sycamore leaves and rarely, A [...]

Poetry Friday

ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT

Jazz radio on a midnight kick, Round about Midnight.

Sitting on the bed, With a jazz type chick Round about Midnight,

Piano laughter, in my ears, Round about Midnight.

Stirring up laughter, dying tears, Round about Midnight.

Soft blue voices, muted grins, Excited voices, Father’s sins, Round about Midnight.

Come on baby, [...]

Poetry Friday (Sailing Edition)

ALL THOSE SHIPS THAT NEVER SAILED

All those ships that never sailed The ones with their seacocks open That were scuttled in their stalls … Today I bring them back Huge and transitory And let them sail Forever.

All those flowers that you never grew— that you wanted to grow The ones that were [...]

Poetry Friday

JAZZ CHICK

Music from her breast, vibrating Soundseared into burnished velvet. Silent hips deceiving fools. Rivulets of trickling ecstacy From the alabaster pools of Jazz Where music cools hot souls. Eyes more articulately silent Than Medusa’s thousand tongues. A bridge of eyes, consenting smiles reveal her presence singing Of cool remembrance, happy balls Wrapped in [...]

Reality bites …

Had an appointment with the crazy doctor tonight … and I’ve got a lot of thinking to do about some of the things that have been going through my head the past week or so.

Things like:

Beating myself up for stepping out of my comfort zone, and failing. Rather than beating myself up, I [...]

Poetry Friday

FOR NOTHING

Earth a flower A phlox on the steep slopes of light hanging over the vast solid spaces small rotten crystals; salts.

Earth a flower by a gulf where a raven flaps by once a glimmer, a color forgotten as all falls away.

A flower for nothing; an offer; no taker;

Snow-trickle, feldspar, dirt.

[...]

Quote of the Day

Sausalito Trash Prayer

Sausalito,             Little Willow, Perfect Beach by the last Bay in the World,             None more beautiful,

Today we kneel at thy feet             And curse the men who have misused you.

  — Lew Welch (1926 – 1971[?]), American Beat poet who disappeared in May 1971, presumed to have committed suicide. His body was never [...]

Poetry Friday

FOR MILES

Your sound is faultless     pure & round         holy     almost profound

Your sound is your sound     true & from within     a confession     soulful & lovely

Poet whose sound is played     l lost or recorded     but heard     can you recall that 54 night at the Open Door     when you & bird     wailed five in the [...]