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One is not lonely
Standing in a crowd of four
Numbers in their prime.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Kind of Blue
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Listen
Listen
Listen to the walls around us
Raindrops and voices
From between the cracks
Look
Look to the skies that drown us
The devil and God
Two sides of us
Think
Think about the songs that reveal us
Films and Sundays
Spent w/ you
All I need from you is a little more fortitude
All I need from you is a little less change
Maybe that's something you could arrange
The Sound of Walls
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Half Hour, Maybe More
Do you know where she goes
when she kisses you on the cheek
Does she walk out the door
saying she'll be back
Do you know who she knows
passin' love notes under the table
Maybe under a door
You'll wait for a knock
Half hour maybe more goes by
You'll save her, then you'll cry
You'll save her, then you'll cry
Do you know where she goes
when she has nothin' to lose
thru an empty door
maybe she'll come back
She's not w/ you
She's not w/ me
She's not w/ him
She's not w/ her
She's not w/ them
She's not w/ us
She's not w/ you
The Sound of Walls
Friday, August 13, 2010
Cemetery
What one needs at a cemetery:
1. creepiness
2. quiet paranoia
3. headstones w/ psalms etched on crosses
4. epithets which may not have been entirely true
5. gravediggers' shovels
6. religious monuments
7. solid terra firma
8. hallelujahs and amens sung from neighboring church bells
9. a potpourri of pine needles, leaves and debris underfoot
10. a Bresson black 'n' white moon
11. rusty crosses and dates w/ no names
1. creepiness
2. quiet paranoia
3. headstones w/ psalms etched on crosses
4. epithets which may not have been entirely true
5. gravediggers' shovels
6. religious monuments
7. solid terra firma
8. hallelujahs and amens sung from neighboring church bells
9. a potpourri of pine needles, leaves and debris underfoot
10. a Bresson black 'n' white moon
11. rusty crosses and dates w/ no names
I went into a cemetery, darkly dark and alive, w/ spirits of people I've known and blowing reeds. I was really wanting to find my mother among magnolias & dogwoods. I passed a boy holding flowers. I noted my apology as something old and new. I think it was my brother, a younger version of the man he was, serious and stalwart at times but a charming mischievous cad at others. I was walking faster than him, but it was nice to see he was taking her flowers. In the end I found my mother.
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