have you ever gone
downstairs to a place
where vinyl & plastic
steel strings & code
surrender
to electric
feedback storyland soul
where a single mosquito
buzz thirsty resides
skillful & deft
heart in his ears
listening
for blood
pulsing warm beat
i have & i tell you
lifelines are sweet
the delight is gentle
the bliss & joy
bites
chord memories
ghostly future past
am going downstairs
before winter snows
blind grateful hope
restless & old
embracing
eternal comfort
most affectionate friend
play again & again & again ……… Louie Louie ……. amen.
- See: Writings Personal
::note::... each year we meet twice at most ... 25 years ago we met everyday a classroom away ... still the most creative musical educator anyone could meet ... thanks for the afternoon ... take them away jc ...
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
no place
no place on earth
doomed temple vexing
the water stain islands
on carpet of green
prophesying ruin
random flakes drop from the cracked ceiling tracking decay
on the right
a row of windows
frame intimate gold twilight
concerning least of all
the late night pillar rope pull
all seek consolation in this summer repeating words of romeo
- See: Writings
::note::... summer of perpetual yearning ...
doomed temple vexing
the water stain islands
on carpet of green
prophesying ruin
random flakes drop from the cracked ceiling tracking decay
on the right
a row of windows
frame intimate gold twilight
concerning least of all
the late night pillar rope pull
all seek consolation in this summer repeating words of romeo
- See: Writings
::note::... summer of perpetual yearning ...
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no place
no place on earth
doomed temple vexing
the water stain islands
on carpet of green
prophesying ruin
random flakes drop from the cracked ceiling tracking decay
on the right
a row of windows
frame intimate gold twilight
concerning least of all
the late night pillar rope pull
all seek consolation in this summer repeating words of romeo
doomed temple vexing
the water stain islands
on carpet of green
prophesying ruin
random flakes drop from the cracked ceiling tracking decay
on the right
a row of windows
frame intimate gold twilight
concerning least of all
the late night pillar rope pull
all seek consolation in this summer repeating words of romeo
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