summer trot

Here’s a little tune I play to keep my spirits up. Sometimes when I go to sleep at night I hear music playing in my head. And it’s far better than anything I could ever play. A few months ago, I was mighty sick and I awoke from a feverish dream covered in sweat and I grabbed this guitar that just patiently rests against my bookcase and the core of the song just popped right out! It sounded like joy to me. So I’ve just been playing this song since then. It took on different shapes and tempos. Sometimes when I’m walking about I catch myself whistling it. When I play it, I feel like a horse trotting on a beach in summer. So please forgive any bumps along the way and trot with me!

summer trot

makeshift refuge

"allow me, 
to show you the interior,"
hisses the hungry maw
on a muscular rope

but the cricket leaps
into a garage and probes
boxes of forgotten shoes
and obsolete gadgets

a choir sweeps the cricket
to others nestled in the folds
of an old favorite shirt
crumpled behind paint cans

lulling each other
with songs of refuge,
they dream of ropes without orifices
and cricket houses, Mid-century modern

while parasitoids possessed
by choral arrangements
nest into cricket bodies and dream
of flight paths and aerial maneuvers

warped hammock

what resonates below
in this bent hull
but a shimmer from above
where the sunlight plays
a humble tune 
on tattered strings
stretched all the way out
to a crooked horizon

Here’s a humble tune of hope I sometimes play when I feel like I’m swinging in a warped hammock.