Friday, April 25, 2008
We Love You, Tommie!
Compel, Intrigue
for We are in desperate need,
and the end of the end has come,
I'll follow the Sun.
(ps, soooo cold)
Thursday, April 17, 2008
ToDo
“to be dead and mad was to be blind”*
to dare ignore dreams is to risk a soul’s surprise
to darken doorways without light
to call too quiet for her ears
to wish a moment
to wait for its truth
to find toys once discarded
to play too briefly to exhaust
to kiss not gently
to feel the biting behind your eyes
to love, to worry, to offer hope’s help
to see her wondering when
to feel her practicing patience’s solitude
to shelter that smoldering ember of joy
to fan it with breath and better words
to say “glow” and see light
a self wandering basket is life
carried by one’s crooked elbow through forested fairytale
to a picnic in the sunny afternoon of decades
filled with toasts, smiling tears, fearful laughter
with love’s company,
with knowing, questing, guessing,
with you
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*Wolfe, Return to the Whorl
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
For Chuck
May all the "damn dirty" apes of heaven keep their "paws off" you.
RIP, Chuck.
Here's some fine words by the man.
Ps, cop killer was still a good album.
And while I'm at it, here's some imbedded perspective.
RIP, Chuck.
Here's some fine words by the man.
Ps, cop killer was still a good album.
And while I'm at it, here's some imbedded perspective.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Harbor Holds
When the cold wind blows
And her sails streak with frozen spray,
I call from between the land and sea,
Come here my cherished love to me.
When the doldrums threaten with empty waste
And her skin blisters beneath an angry sun,
Anon I offer from the sheltering shade,
Come wait with me for cruel noon’s fade.
When the boat grows tarnished and frail
And her efforts alone cannot repair,
Throw me your line I say,
Let’s refit joy together, weave again the frayed.
When she cries too quiet to hear
And the blank moon grants no company,
I whisper across the water,
Be steadied here as the sky’s only daughter.
When she’s laughing, rushing and sweet
And the airs and currents bask in her revelry,
I smile in rhythm with her life,
Serving refreshment and repast, flickering shadow and light.
Whatever driving, draining, daring
Cycles of oceans far away,
I harbor here
For her, for her, for she
I harbor here, my dear, for thee.
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