Friday, May 13, 2016

adagio



a walking promise, worked in suede and stone
and stormcloud eyes and forest-creature grace
that unmarked door I couldn't leave alone
those velvet hands to press me into place.

you set about the task of tuning me
as if it's very obvious indeed
to spin my knobs of curiosity 
and hover hands over my waiting keys

pulled taut under your salty sideways smile
the better to sing back your downpour beat
your wild moon river, wider than a mile
submerges every warning you repeat.

plucked wiggle-kneed and sharp staccato giddy
stroked as a sleeping wildcat, full of purr
then thumped to match the soundtrack of the city
and tendered to a wavering whisper

and there's my heart, retightening the strings
as my skin's ringing like a fresh-clapped bell
with every very honest unsaid thing
bass umbral under every sink and swell

i drip with sound and sigh beneath your bow
and fade with the crescendo of the sun
to start the waiting, even though I know
you'll smash me, smiling, when the show is done.

Monday, May 09, 2016

those part-time blues

Watchin' another thought of you drift by
Under another distant, stormy sky --
           There's that familiar sting.
I'm half a map away and babe, I know
You're one sleep closer to lettin' me go
           And I can't do a thing...
           And I can't do a thing...
So I sigh with those part-time blues.


           Shhh, blues.
Got a full bush and several birds in hand
Stockin' a high supply for high demand
           Sweet blues,
We’ve been singin’ from the start.
           Shhh, blues.
To and fro, ain’t no space to call my own
Outside the one that you and I have grown
           "Ain't got no reason in all this world
           To weigh this spirit down
           But I keep pickin' your sweet love up
           And carryin' it around"


Thump, thump, thump, fingers stumble on keys
Scramblin' to catch your slippery quiddities
           "I got these part-time blues
           Nobody taught me how to stay.
           I got these part-time blues
           Nobody taught me how to stay --
           Half of me's standing here
           And the other's far away."
There ain’t no better m├ętier for me
Writin' your winkin' hagiography
           In pen, between my ears.


There’s those part-time blues, baby
And I can't help but sing along



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