this thing
this old (new)
replica
of an old
chinese
wind instrument
(ie, can’t remember the name)
chopped up
and maddeningly turned
to
doomsday beat
seems
just about
right
right now
what a bunch
of fucking bullshit
we have had to witness
too bad
we know
we do
put it all on display
and out in the wild
put the everything
out there into nowhere
show them
sooner
or
later
so
in case you are wondering
i am trying to find my voice again
for better
i have not really been singing
typed sinning
not true
for two years ish
so
i will
shall
warm it up
it’s not
easy
actually gonna be
blue
so very blue
and lonesome
like we do
every baby
is being cried for
all the time
new moon
pulled old red
was still covered
in a bit of stale blood
that electric guitar
from the shelf
purposefully neglected
how could you
red said
i did not know
so
i played the blues
a new year
new instruments!
and after a break it feels
well it feels rusty to get back in
to tell the truth.
rusty good.
and the winter is upon us
oh so
it is
oh so
it’s too much
to write
a simple pome
a day
my goodness
my time
who has time to
dwell on it
anyways?
make a movie of it
It’s getting cozy in here
quiet down now
sleepy head
I love playing these cello exercises
decided to post it warts and all so i can work on some other fun stuff
ok!
a c h e
turn down
turn up
turn in
turn off
turn turn turn
to everything
sum of three
in thee
cathedral
2 much
2 do
2 true
gon
go
to
the
cath
e
dral
and pray
for you
been out here all day
in the gray
gonna stay
all my life away
is true
mister you
it’s cool
but never good enough
it’s been read
and said
and you are blue
and never good enough
but baby i will treat you
like a baby
and make you meet me
halfway through
can’t start
don’t stop
never want
to be perfect
turning away
from the bullshit
turning way
your way
the winter comes
turning the way
showing the way
chase a shadow
turning way
your way
if you are stoned
or just have the time
you might like this one
even better
cut it down
chop it up
who cares!?
new cabal
under rate
cordoned off
inspirate
respirate
fortunate
sun
for nothin
and fr no one
make a way to the cut eighth note
pinch off a piece of cloud
and put it in yr crown
ok alright
do it again
even if you forgot how
el eh
burning up
maybe i’ll write a song
or whatever
oh me oh my
i’m for everything and everyone
making way for having fun
make the rain run from the sun
triple your pleasure
answer to no one
make me a star lit from within
in the win
dow of your thought
with understated
heat
make me binge and twist
and wait
and weight
full
let me just say
an apology
let me just see
an apology
let me just be
hey
just you know
what the fuck?
did i die and this is purgatory?
when… hmmm… i remember being scared when…
car? walking? mis step somewhere?
i don’t know
let’s pray together
be together
let us pray
and not prey
ok?
i don’t know
don’t ask me
don’t bother to ask
if you want
you can put on a little side show
a tiny one
for me to
pretend to care about
hey
i didn’t say
they all were masterpieces
in fact
they aren’t even for you!
or me!
at all!!
oh i don’t know
i’m just sorry
for everyone
out a way
a way back
to go there
not get off track
didn’t mean to get there but here
we
is
the new red
let itself in
and a bird sang
with me
while i played with it
we left red on the doorstop
held out like hallowed eve
spirit
now come in come on
let’s go deeper
oh my
this world
we share
laid bare
heart scrape the rust
colored dust
an empty room inside
buried in a hidden cabin
on an abandoned hillside
in a desolate ghost town
that place there
is there
draw myself into
the other side of the page
oh to get out there and go
wishy wishy eenie meenie miney
a crawl across the day
twill i make a promise
for oh
sin
co-opted
in every thought
revisit
the scene
thee
many thanks
not in this key
thank thee
thank thee
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could go on
could go in
the rendering
the splitting of time
if time can be split infinitely
then time infinite
thus universe infinitely expanding
thus all is infinite
all because
Time
maybe can be broken
snapped as it were
music shows us how
like a game
children being taught by nature
what’s it all about
wandering around
my mandolin
life puts us in paths we don’t even know them right? invisible lines
can’t choose no matter how tracked
what brings you here?
or back
or where
if you don’t like to linger a while
with hands in open position
why
if i could
and be cool
be cool with it
and remember
how to make
making
it
just once
There you are
my star
sometimes i think it comes easy
take it for granted
the way it’s supposed to be
for me
and then
or always
there’s a bit more
to be done
to take easy and go
pick up the litter
polish the edges
give up the glitter
stop pretending
not mind race
and remember at the same time
it’s not for you
it’s not for you
or you
it’s for
me
not left behind
the last desire
