puppets all, we dance to
another jag-time waltz
thinking we set the rhythm
by the fumble of feet
we ain’t no hep cats
jazzing our bluejeans
the strings tangle to bind
as we stumble that last
drunken mile home
puppets all
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rattle the bones
Photo by pedram ahmadi on Unsplash everything too suchness
fan rattle to flame seething
and shudder limbs shake
ragged wrap in arms
of rags and wraith
chasing all elder ways
knock the stone fell
rattle the bones
shake in clenched silence
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Dark Angel
Fair use image of DVD covers for “Dark Angel” The James Cameron produced television scifi/drama that aired for two seasons between 2000-2002 was one of those shows that missed when it was “a thing”. I was still fully into my turn-the-television-around-to-face-the-wall-except-when-I-really-wanted-to-watch-television phase. By the time I finally got in the mood to watch it, there was almost no way to do so easily (YouTube bootlegs were so awful that I didn’t make it fifteen minutes).
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thistle & woad
Photo by Mandy Bourke on Unsplash with a head full of thistle &
hands stained of woad
skating away over water to
while away a spell
with the acorn man
you probably
would not understand
that has become a given
over these near
twin scored years
and so it comes to
wander this wodewood alone
chatting with oaks
in the blackthorn
with a head full of thistle &
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in the weald
Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash gone to wode
in the weald
gone to fever
in the head
would he to wild
oh darkling, at
spanning rivers
in his bedTo like, click comments or:
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woodenhead
Photo by Alberto Arroyo on Unsplash oh, woodenhead
come in from the rain
quit your thefts
seeking a beauty
outside for a one
that is within
all crows make argue
for your eyes—
you do not use them
anyway, they say
instead, my woodenhead
you are a' thieving out
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Fresh failures
Photo by Patrick Fore on Unsplash Well, that would be two recent projects that just don’t have what I think is needed for prime time.
First, the song I was working on as an experiment where folks write the lyrics in a certain genre to a song of mine they never heard… I tried to make something of that last week and the initial takes just felt awkward. It’s not for the lack of Chris and Sandy’s lyrical talents; rather, I just couldn’t find a way to make either of them work well. Close, but no banana, as they say. It ended up feeling as if I should be doing less, rather than more, on the lyrics front. And my mind is blank for what would work, if you can believe that crap.
As an experiment, it was fun, but I don’t think anyone would thank me for putting the result out with their name associated. So, I’ll let it rest a bit and see if I either get a better sense of rhythm and flow to the lyrics, or if I come up with some of my own.
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wandering at amble
Photo by Fabian Bächli on Unsplash is it descendance
or ascension
when desire is
in suspension?
when you feel
tension but remain
uncompelled to act
on anything at all?
are you alive
without drive or
are you just living
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black sands
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com i walk
the black sands
hand on hand
holding the blade
carving a line
none dare cross
we are rose petals
scattered scarlet
blood my blood
a desert red without
you mouth to
drink me in
winter song of wine
a stone beach
broken of timeTo like, click comments or:
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otherside
Photo by Harald Pliessnig on Unsplash i wonder at the fog that
obscures all thinking
dancing ghosts away
from dream
all the lies, all the lies of me
i feel a new sobriety
washing over
another wall showing cracks?
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