waste a night
let it slip
and never regret
it
just a place to stow away
just a place to go
sleeping like a baby
in the loft
tossed
turned
make me write it down
later
now
there is this idea of a wall of sound especially just like a hundred lush cellos
and a pulsing pulse
like blood under skin
that i can’t quite capture
but try
cold glass
lay in place
into the untold
shake loose
hold of
journaled
shelves
pictures stacked
and piled
tune
and retune
cold touch forward
anyone could know
but not be alone
a new ish thing
right now
since my computer broke
and also since
i hope to continue this
even as i travel to the azores
the nostalgia home of all janelas
not layered, just pieces of
music
misanthrope
in days
tryin’ ta
self distruct
i tell ya
in daze
want to make it pas t
the waves
and also
just get salt
just get that grit
gritty
pearl
pearl seekr
wish keepr
i see from here
every where
i have
stopped to take a sip yay
wishing for my ship yay
to come along
and hear d
that prophet’s song
forgot to follow along
yet there she is
just now close
on horizon like
whisp of
whale
wanted to just record this uke, this bass uke but of course, i got lavish. i always do that. oh well! i like the idea of falling through a trance at some point in some future when i hear this some day.
go forth into it
quoth four in so as
you cross your heart
miss
led
mix the best with the best
and the red
letter
with the said and said
coy you say
oh boy
you say
we’ve got it right here
stuck inside our heads
this treasure
lead