It's:The Lay of the Land |
The Lay of the LandI survey the lay of the land. Its hot for February. Stasis is at its most deafening. But I pull forth gallantly, hopping down the steps of the lunar module. Looking at the horiz...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Feb 2009 21:58:00 GMT |
Precise Time |
Precise Time
The rain comes down in torrents
at the precise time summer gives way to fall,
sending the 17 neighborhood cats scurrying
under bushes and creaky old porches.
At this time there are t...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 18:55:00 GMT |
SHE WAS THERE |
SHE WAS THEREand my heart lept to my throat as she walked in aloneSHE WAS THEREand my stomach knotted and I clung to the wallSHE WAS THEREand I was paralyzed but I still managed to danceSHE WAS THEREa...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Sep 2008 00:26:00 GMT |
Now |
So now I am putting on my best face and moving forward. Actually, I'm cruising up and down 82nd or 122nd, smoke in my left hand out the window, listening to "Refugee" and "Even the Losers" by my man ...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Aug 2008 18:34:00 GMT |
Spring Jam |
Yeah, so Sunday there was another jam on Shannon's porch. So nice she opens her house in that way. It's true you cannot beat Southern hospitality. The jam was jamming as jams will do-4 gui...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Apr 2006 11:00:00 GMT |
The Lord Lifts |
The Darknes hits
But the Lord Liffts
When darkness falls
Along puzzling walls
Inhale so deep
Soul Watcher to keep
In stumbling pain
Bent ear for refrain
Glory hits heights
Of mightier mights
...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jan 2006 22:11:00 GMT |
A Dream of Wishes, Hopes and Dreams |
This is a dream I had a while back:
It was a majestic, full dream. I came to a house, not sure why, but I went in thinking I belonged there. There was a mother and her young son. They were b...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Dec 2005 12:45:00 GMT |
I Played the Mountain. |
I Played the Mountain
Never, newish knobby-fobby. I ascend the glorious Tabor to play a sweet set on dream spot. It's dream to me,Tabor, tied up in Zeppelin and third-fl...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Aug 2005 18:27:00 GMT |
Where's The Pattern? |
Where's The Pattern
Cut out of the fabric of life with my own hand.
Clipping,clipping,clipping.
The smallest of small pieces falling to the floor to be swept into the dustbin of nothing
Where's the pa...
Posted by on Sun, 31 Jul 2005 16:45:00 GMT |
$240 JEANS-The Death of Cool |
There is no way any jean of denim is worth $240. Especially when they look like those $4.99 jobbers from Better Bargains that your uncle wore for ten years in the volunteer labor camp. And...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jul 2005 23:19:00 GMT |
