You have but one life to piano
a soul's extension is in the fingers
some might think the penis
a horse of a different issue
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Music America
The rail road
the aeroplane
the Hoover Dam
the Mississippi goddamn
the Delta paddle boats
the whiplash
the Brown Bomber
the billy club
The Cathedral of Saint John the Divine
up on the cliffs
The street lamps like trumpets
The flats of Harlem like iron
The bus depots
the cross country jaunts.
All that Jazz.
the aeroplane
the Hoover Dam
the Mississippi goddamn
the Delta paddle boats
the whiplash
the Brown Bomber
the billy club
The Cathedral of Saint John the Divine
up on the cliffs
The street lamps like trumpets
The flats of Harlem like iron
The bus depots
the cross country jaunts.
All that Jazz.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
On Being A Cat
Cats are nature's marvelous gift,
the perfect balance between art and science.
Being a cat wears the heart on padded claws,
our eyes are no sharper than our fangs,
our claws form the feline trinity.
If stars were mice,
if stars could be reached,
they'd have more to worry about
than little black holes.
the perfect balance between art and science.
Being a cat wears the heart on padded claws,
our eyes are no sharper than our fangs,
our claws form the feline trinity.
If stars were mice,
if stars could be reached,
they'd have more to worry about
than little black holes.
Friday, April 6, 2012
The Weather Outside
Lawns need wet, roses sun.
Assortment of weather serves them both
like solace soothes hurting souls,
like liberation is experienced in the gales of autumn.
Acute situations are sorted in weather's variables
like sea spray accents ones kinship to salt,
like first blood drawn from an exchange of fists
kinda reminds of the taste of olives.
The sky's lower boundary is lodged at our feet.
On all sides the sky abounds and surrounds us.
The weather's fills these puny lungs.
The other half awaits inhaling.
Assortment of weather serves them both
like solace soothes hurting souls,
like liberation is experienced in the gales of autumn.
Acute situations are sorted in weather's variables
like sea spray accents ones kinship to salt,
like first blood drawn from an exchange of fists
kinda reminds of the taste of olives.
The sky's lower boundary is lodged at our feet.
On all sides the sky abounds and surrounds us.
The weather's fills these puny lungs.
The other half awaits inhaling.
Good Friday
How many angles in a cross?
Rotated left or right,
how many angles in an "X?"
The measurement of angles,
names them.
From the extension of X's arms and legs,
in dotted lines of the peripheral,
an outer circle is configured.
The total angles of X
360 equals.
Rotated left or right,
how many angles in an "X?"
The measurement of angles,
names them.
From the extension of X's arms and legs,
in dotted lines of the peripheral,
an outer circle is configured.
The total angles of X
360 equals.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Home
How deep the soul which echoes the steppes of Central Asia.
Borodin the melody that does not leave us.
When I contemplate the expanse of night,
I think horse, and I am home again.
Home is what mind echoes and mind reflects.
The earth I walk is itself a nomad.
The seasons are its treks.
Borodin the melody that does not leave us.
When I contemplate the expanse of night,
I think horse, and I am home again.
Home is what mind echoes and mind reflects.
The earth I walk is itself a nomad.
The seasons are its treks.
One World, One Origin
Before the keys of piano
of Robert Schumann
were,
icicle meltdown
dropped by drop
into a pool symphonic
that gathers
of every race
and of every nook.
of Robert Schumann
were,
icicle meltdown
dropped by drop
into a pool symphonic
that gathers
of every race
and of every nook.
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