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)