Saturday, December 19, 2020

You Know What They Say About Dreams

I found you once in New Orleans,
But you know what they say about dreams.
We walked down Bourbon Street hand in hand,
And nothing was what it seemed.
Your voice echoed in my head,
“I’m here because I need to hear,” you said,
But you know what they say about dreams.
So, I remained silent instead.
“Hand me back to the day you found me in”,
She cried, as she threw the I Ching
to tell our futures, which she then tossed in
her stew, but you know what they say about dreams.
“You know what they say about dreams?”
asked the jazz-man in, notes of blue and green.
“In dreams no one can hear you scream,
So that’s where I always play my best.”
So, let’s put it to the test
In my dream tonight I’ll scream for you
And you scream for me
And if we hear each other then I’ll rest

Saturday, December 12, 2020

New Moon

There’s a new moon rising
I can barely see it there
except for the hint of silver light
reflecting in your hair
and there’s a piece of a star
here in my pocket
when I’m gone,
put it in a silver locket
and pin me to your heart

Saturday, December 5, 2020

The Broken Mosaic


The Broken Mosaic
    after Lowell George
(Begin with a pixelated image of a 20th century man, a 21st century version of a 15th century mosaic, bits instead of tiles, electricity instead of clay and pigment. Randomly remove 1 of every 10 pixels and tell me what remains. Not a man, no longer even the image of a man. Yet, still, what remains can be beautiful, can be profound.)
He’d been entertaining angels,
unaware of broken tiles
in the ancient mosaic
which was all that remained
of a life lived in spotlights
surrounded by darkness.
His pockets full of pride
and eyes half closed against the sting
of smoke in her bedroom
above a Mexican saloon
where his friends were shooting pool,
for always he had been a fool
in love with love.
A burning in those eyes
from the fumes of
a lamp held high above the rafters,
an effort to reveal
the secrets hidden from us all,
but casting only shadows of thought
upon the dust devils swirling
in the corners of a mind shattered
by too much knowledge
and too true a vision.
And yet despite the burning
and the tears he sees through
the darkness that surrounds him.
and the horns blow
and the steel strings whine
and the heart cries
and the dust and the smoke
bring tears to the eyes
of the man whose voice
pierces the silence
and finds its way
through the crack in the door
to your soul

Saturday, November 21, 2020

Forever Only Once

Forever Only Once
  - after Czeslaw Milosz
There are things that every person knows
but none can quite express;                                                
not exactly secrets, but
just beyond the edge of language,
just beyond the edge.
There is no was or will be
There is only is
It will always be forever
And forever only once
Are you lost among your histories,
or only lost in blind confusion?
Following in famous footsteps
leads in circles, endlessly;
draws you closer to the center
of the mediocre,
further from the holy edge,
further from the edge.
There is no was or will be
There is only is
It will always be forever
And forever only once

Saturday, August 1, 2020

Two Days Since Yesterday

 As soon as you leave, I miss you
One hour feels like two days since yesterday
Time is elastic                   
Stretching and contracting
But we can’t break it      
We can never break it   
The time we’re together goes so fast
One hour feels like less than a heartbeat
Time is elastic   
Stretching and contracting          
But we can’t break it
We can never break it   
Now it’s been two days since yesterday
I must have crossed the international dateline somewhere
It’s been two days since yesterday
I almost forget the scent of your hair      
Two days since yesterday
And I miss you
It’s like Einstein said       
Time is relative                 
Won’t you come and sit in my lap for a while

Saturday, July 18, 2020

Like Lou Said

Ah, well, like Lou said,
those were different times.
It was weird to be weird,
now it’s commonplace.
Still there’s one thing that hasn’t
ever really changed:
You still take a big chance
just by having a face.
Richard Hell told you so,
And he ought to know.
It’s still a mixed-up world,
Just as muddled- and shook-up
As it was when the Kinks
Sang that song about Lola.
And, yeah, it’s been raining,
Like Dylan said it would,
Sometimes it’s rained pretty hard.
But some stains won’t wash off,
And some ghosts never die.
It’s way past the time for your tears.
Windy has stormy eyes,
Everyone knows it’s true.
And downtown, Petula said,
Is where everything waits for you.
But the wind that fans the flames
That would burn your downtown down
Was blowing long before
Thomas Jefferson
Ever declared a thing.

Saturday, February 22, 2020

Oh, well

Oh, well, the end has already been
Oh, well, the trumpet has already sounded
Oh, well, the white horses trampled through here yesterday
Carrying their 4 fearsome riders
Who each carried their flaming swords of judgement and retribution
Oh, well
Apocalypse, Ragnorak, End Times, all behind us now
Oh, well
I guess we missed it
I guess life goes on, even after the end of the world
Oh, well, the sun still burns in the sky
Oh, well, the earth still spins beneath your feet
Oh, well, worms still crawl through the dirt
And the end is just a new beginning
Same for you as for the moon
Same for us all
Begin again