Sunday, March 09, 2014

2.27.14 Music-inspired writing



1

The Drops formulate, from the rotten wood, the
molting plaster, the exposed nails, formulates,
collides, grows larger, -then called from the Earth,
dives, to meet the maker.

The drops of water accumulate, puddles
upon rotten wooden floor, and cascade through
molting plaster, exposes the nails,
are called from some place deeper, to return to
embrace, leap from one height to the next
just a story lower.

The drops of water collide, create pools,
Ponds of deterioration on the rotten wood, tear
at the bonds of plasters, release rusting nails from their purpose,
greet, entangle, immerse in another, called
from the deep center, called from their everything,
jump to their depths.




2

All I see is driving
All I see is the Mediterranean
All I see is Becky’s warm arms
Flailing, dancing


3

Waltz, of jackals of jokers
of grinning hyenas of
death merchants
of gold coins in coarse sacks,
of pocketed intentions,
of delight in the putrid
smell of dusk on a warm
and dusty night, of
neon lights, of carnivores
on carnival rides, of
western cowboys


4

A jam, have you
seen the jam being made
It’s a rigorous and joyful
experience
-The kind that tuckers
you out
-The kind that sweetens
your idea of life
Wayward cousins coming
home, those strangers
with familiar looking faces
The syrupy part of your
heart, the veins and arteries,
condensed like
-grippy hugs
 5

I like your voice
the rhythm at night
talk me to sleep,
talk my heart to beat
talk my erratic breath
to cease,
talk my worries to the
breeze, let
them   …..  (go)
 

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