Wednesday, September 05, 2018
Be Still and New
From out the pest-
ilence where forgiven
things besmirch
you persist retuning
as a psalm.
Labels: coming back, forgiveness, past, psalm, song
Thursday, August 09, 2018
So “scarce adjusted”
in the room,
I must leave fairly soon.
If signs for others
prove for me.
Just get used to a place...!
But I know how to stop complaining.
Too many songs cover it:
like It’s too late now to come weeping on my shoulder!
Saturday, January 02, 2016
Vapors
“Borne like a vapor! Can you imagine?
Her hair! Jeannie’s.”
“Yeah, but on the sweet summer air? This is
the desert. That was the Shenandoahs or
something, where you get a bit of blessed
moisture off the trees at twilight! Oh how I miss it!
Don’t you, Gramps?"
Next day, Gramps, retaining the concept of mountain,
found an alley near Commerce Street with a gray-white
smear of one at the end.
Approached Monica, hard in a black pixie cut.
“Jeannie!” implored he.
Suddenly Sheriff Dentz drove at her, red lights spinning.
“Solicitation!”
“I didn’t fuckin say Hello!”
He gave Gramps to Deputy Alice Grimes to un-babble.
“It’s pretty about the hair and everything,” she told
Chuck when he came to pick him up. “Hey! Just
happened to think: my grandma goes to a daycare
over on Painted Horse. Her hair’s not bad, and they play
cards. Poker. For money.”
“He was a shark!”
“No greenhorns there, believe me!”
“You’ve been awful nice. And I don’t wanna drop the ball
from shyness when I meet someone nice. Some coffee or
something tomorrow?”
“No wife?”
“Left a good while back.”
“Had her reasons?”
“Maybe a thousand."
“Here’s my card.”
Gramps only said in the Jeep going home that
he guessed he "went too far, bit haywire," and things
confused him, "but it’s such a lovely lovely song! I can’t
get her outa…”
“Way it goes.”
Labels: dementia, fantasy, gambling, Jeannie With the Light Brown Hair, law enforcement, obsession, prostitution, song, Stephen Foster, Western
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Existentialist Interchange
Tinpan Allez
“Are you starry eyed and vaguely discontented?”
inquires Roger.
“YOU’RE an old song!” snaps Simone.
Labels: allez, existential, old songs, song
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Short Conversation w/Song
-(singing) Better to have love and lost,
than never to have loved at all.
-Your music captures the thud-
ding resonance better than the words.
-They're a team.
-Uh huh. How about Better to be free
than entangled?
-Flat, stale, and unprofitable.
Not to say anti-romantic.
-Love pays?
-Of course!
-Love costs.
-Yes, it's dear.
Labels: entanglement, love, Music, relationship, song
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Our Song
The couples glitter,
moving through, hang-
ing on each other, day
or night. Everything new.
Later that song pangs
in lonely mid stride.
Labels: relationship, song
