Sunday, August 18, 2013

Cemeteries - The Wilderness

Slow motion dreaming
From the bedroom to the depths
Underwater sight

Asleep on the shore
The waves sing me lullabies
Nature's brilliant dream

If we never throw
off the mantle of snow, will
your voice still echo?

A million- mile stare
A memory of driving
Snow cold as it melts

I love the organ,
It's a cold weather album,
easy hip-no-teek

Floating on my back
Ocean is drifting away
The moon rides the tide

November twilight
Soft bones turn and crumble slow
Cold ear on the ground

Following others
Path is like entering a
dark room without light

The first have sparkled
Underneath higher plucking vows
Scratched clean from old hope

Fabrication poems
Programs movement
Jangle of love songs
Remembrance things past
Gateway, Cemetery

Dark side of whose moon?
seems to be a calling out loud
Loop the blue eyes, boy

Chat instant muted
Drowned by the white ascension
of your sounds of trees

Comfort in letting
the periphery blur by
knowing heart is true

Instruments weaved up
tight like an orange blanket
napping through winter

Thursday, August 1, 2013

The Resonars - That Evil Drone

Yell through dryer lint
Shake hard a can full of bells
Thumping heart break free

Shimmering guitars
Play themes from bygone sitcoms
Could have fooled me

Bright sounds of Britain
The Invasion come again
By way of Cali.

Telecaster waves
surfing my inspirations
pulling my heartstrings

Melodic tin crash
Can you really feel so good?
Old wave still crashing.

Polished new penny
the twinge already minted
still bright in my teeth.

Twisted Ringo smile
Have another smoke then we'll
dance through Caldor's

Inquisitive wave
riding a Davies tidal
straight out the garage

New aqua toaster
90 dollar Sears 6 string
ready to jangle