Editor's note: This is a traditional minimalist shake-n-bake hill-stomp number usually played with a 10-key concertina and a Roland MC-303. It was reportedly heard during a recent visit to a rustic laboratory while traveling through the Appalachia when the researcher happened to come across this porch performance.
Beautiful silence
How i miss you
Now that you
Are gone
Left me here
All alone
With my mind
And this song
Beautiful silence
Before you were broken
It was like that moment
When the day broke in
And she banished blessed dawn
But it was always that moment
the whole day long
Beautiful silence
How i miss you
Now that you
Are gone
Never leave me here
Again alone
With my mind
For this long
14 September 2016
28 August 2016
04 June 2016
Ghosting & Falling
Like a ghost I’m falling forwardand with each step forward
to catch myself
I fall the faster.
A strip of rubber
a ribbon of hoop
a collection of sticks
that roll;
running, static
running, static
running, static...
And while I do this
a thousand songs
occupy my mind
and a thousand throngs
cavort and crash
about me and only when
I imagine
my native brother
alone in the wilds
both vulnerable
and threatening
to every challenge
and every adversity
and then all the birds
and all the small game
and the tracks of enemies
come into focus…
I collect the dataassess it and
discard what I don’t need.
Collect the data
assess it
discard…
Good things too, come from
conflicts and collisions
I have been part of many
Moby Dicks, even the parts
that suck, lived every
conflict of man
against man,
against himself,
against society,
against rule of law,
against Nature—
Ahab had even knocked up a teenage Quaker!—
every conflict, I’m against
and have survived
with lungs on fire and
drunk with the bends…
Everything is sweeping vectorsmagnitudes and directions
angles of inclination
moments of inertia.
In the goodwill of
the human marketplace
the streets fold and shuffle
like decks of cards and
raucous concertina bellows
while pouting women
beautiful in their boredom
gaze down from their balconettes.
Everything comes and goes
all at once as I do, too.
I crease them
I sew them up
I clip and drag
cross a bumper crop
effortlessly slipping between
objects with a perfect economy
of motion and force,
just like the Day’s light.
10 May 2016
Sometimes when
Sometimes when
my neck is jacked up
like this between
the bedpost bars
I can hear
the bells of St. Mary's
calling to prayer.
Then I lie still to hear
the Cardinal's mate
and the Jay's response
in evensong.
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