tentative

November 17, 2012

It’s a wild shame that  the same child

That’s able to verbalize,

That  can  say

“Here today,

Gone tomorrow”

Is  so  fresh,

She shouldn’t.

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.                     No apologies to William Blake & all those tender, tentative  songs of innocence

 

 

Big Moony Skies

October 1, 2012

I’ll give a knowing nod

To the brother inside the  IPod

“I rub my wounds with alcohol”

I love the sound of fuck all

I feel everything but small

Enraptured under big moony skies

Where prayers stand a chance,

Where joy awakens eyes,

Guts are calm, but  hearts  beat  restless

&  Dance as there’s  a man and moon romance.

FIREDANCE

August 13, 2012

“A man can bare himself  before others only out of a particular kind of love.

A love which acknowledges, as it were,

that we are all wicked children”

— Ludwig  Wittgenstein

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Savagely,

I can dance around a fire.

If the spirits take notice,

If they’re drawn by this sight,

As  we   might  be

lured by the light

of dead stars,  already,

If the spirits take notice of

Me  at the blaze;

My body and face,

(Not at all faking

What I choose  to let loose)

Shiny, and shaking  away my disease,

Let said spirits kindly

sign off on release.

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.                                                                                                 (Two & a half  years back)

I  had  offered,

I had  fondness for the face

I had found on her hallway mirror. then with aplomb, y’know,

Why “You’ve really done up the place”

Didn’t even faze her.

I don’t know.

&  I don’t know what would  wow  her.

I’m a clown balancing wildly  on a wire,

And a  blind child

Won’t look up.

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Once home, I would only  steady my hand.

Steadfastly, I’d straighten up

For my last, and barely  stand.

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(As I heard him sing this some, I’m hoping that Jarvis Cocker reads & steals this verse as his own)

OR

“I am a drinker with writing problems.”
— Brendan Behan

Of Kingdom Came

March 24, 2012

“She call me just to talk/She’s my lover  she’s a friend of mine/..and I get trouble with my breathing/she says boys don’t know anything/but I know what I want/I want everything/And she was made in Heaven/Heaven’s in my world…”

Mark Knopfler,Dire Straits, from “Expresso Love”

“I’m in Heaven/I’m in Heaven/I’m in Heaven/ When you smile”

Van Morrison, from “Jackie Wilson Said”

 

ON THE DAWN END OF OUR NEW RENDEZVOUS

When you took me back to the turnpike
    aparting   already   curving
I signalled to you  in your car
in my dome light,
blew you a kiss, so steady,  away
intending  it  to sing
“I’m a little in love today”
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.                                        from 9/06

 

one assigned soothe rhyme

January 13, 2012

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On a phone faraway

When you cry in a way

Just soft enough I won’t hear you

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My  chest  is  for

Yr  face  and  for

Yr eyes  to dry every tear of you

Wetten  my  shirt

Let me  and my heart…

Let  rhythms rise to soothe you

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When you hear this song of mine

It’s true, Not too long you hurt

You’ll like the line

Of wetting  my shirt

WILLOWS

January 11, 2012

We’ll go back to the willows

And to our river’s still,  no,

It’s constant as rivers go.

We’ll lend our laps as pillows.

And watch our water

Littered with new leaves

Wet on just one side,

It’s lit…a sun jewel

& you’ll be sunny too.

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.                                                                                                                 from 2009

FACE IN THE CROWD

January 6, 2012

I’ve got to stop faking it,

I’ve got to start facing it,

I’m going to take my final bow

Then I’m going to take my place in the crowd.

I know I’ll get used to it,

I’ve got to stop acting like a clown.

I’ve gotta start facing up to what I really am.

I’ve got to realise l’m just an ordinary man.

I think that I’ll just settle down

And take my place in the crowd.

I don’t want to lie to myself any more.
Am I just a face in the crowd, is that all I’ll ever be?

Don’t want to be anything that isn’t really me.

Mister, can you tell me who I am?

Do you think I stand out

Or am I just a face in the crowd?

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RAY DAVIES,

Though “Waterloo Sunset” is arguably his finest hour, This one’s my favorite

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kygT53j7P9s

“There are women..women/And some hold you tight/While some leave you counting/   The stars in the night”

-Bernie Taupin, from “Come Down In Time”. w/Elton

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I raced a gravel road to see her, and see

Hearts did pace the  opening scene

proved to promise  Acts 2 and 3

The porch was the set there

Appropriate for a proper summer affair

I do remember cucumber soup served  cool, too

She also had a flower in her  hair-up

For flair.

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A  sundress  and  a driveway

Fit in a photo  it can seem.

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You might use yr  might   on

yr dramas  and  yr dream,

So  for yr own part,  you’re not at a loss,

To see a sure tragedy, blue sea of regret,

& Hold on sure long,

for yr love,

I would bet.

Driveway Blues

September 23, 2011

I get out   ready to go

What I don’t get is the guy on the radio,

All misty & serious  this singer is warbling

About how  She is so hard to hold.

I’m thinking  how he’s hardly told something

True,  if truth be told.

To clutch and all   is natural,

It’s  letting go  that’s torture.