new music from The Burlington Family
Sunday, July 5th, 2009 | news&Events | 1 Comment
so here’s the latest demo
from The Burlington Family
the band where stosh plays
box drum, harmonica & warbles
in the background
…heres three tunes:
is it me
still in love
some day
they’re ruff, but they’re ready
please give us a live lissin
24th
Wednesday, June 24th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments
*untitled(06.24.09)*
“the volitile spirits prefer unhappiness’
-g. santayana
of course
its all
light; even
the sabotage
…for some,
joy
is manna
hidden while
awake, &
forgotten for
later, when
it’s found
& eaten
while they
are sleepwalking,
23rd
Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments
*better now,
thanks*
i folded my grief
into an origami
crane, & because it
would not fly away,
i put it in an ashtray,
& set it on fire
22nd
Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments
*the sweet ache*
the well
which will sustain us
lies buried
among the mundane & fantastic
there will be some magic,
a little prayer
but mostly a lot of digging involved
it’s an old story;
vision & sweat
in prescribed amounts
our backs will be sore,
our eyes will be clear,
& we will
want
to carry on
& not understand
why
till much later
21st
Sunday, June 21st, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | 1 Comment
*RIP (06/21/2009)*
…at the memorial service
for a local poet saint
in the omni-denominational
unitarian church
memories in the air
like incense smoke
everybody holding hands
& singing amazing grace
all stripped of armor,
like st. joan
when i learn one of those
things that i always knew;
there are some songs that
you just ain’t singing right
unless you’re crying
20th
Saturday, June 20th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments
*the why &
the way things are*
(w/ thanx to bucky fuller)
there’s no point in fighting
the way things are
fighting
the way things are
is tiring, costly, & ineffective
& the only outcome of fighting
the way things are
is that you will annoy
the why
the way things are
&
the why
is better equipped to deal
w/ annoyances like you,
than you are for fighting
the why
this is
the way things are
so let them be
& find yourself
a better way
19th
Friday, June 19th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments
*apathy insurance*
dawn was coming up,
quiet as a hard-on
…stumbling back to the flat
full of lady fingers & rope burn,
i glanced up at the crushed velvet sky,
& gave mr. moon the nod
…he played it cool,
observing my swerving
from the corner of a half-open eye,
like the front desk manager
of a seedy hotel,
the kind w/ hourly rates,
& a broken pay-phone
in a lobby that smells
like human soup,
the tragic old carpet
sings tattered arias
…sure, he’s got your number,
he’s peeped your cards & read your book too
…he’s got something on everybody
but they’d never get it out of him;
he don’t know nobody &
he don’t know nothing &
he don’t pass judgment
…not because of any
lofty moral position, you
understand,
but because
he just
stone
don’t
care
18th
Thursday, June 18th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments
*inspiration*
this poem is a weapon,
but it is not to be aimed at
the enemy
17th
Wednesday, June 17th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments
*wet grass sticks
to my bare ankles*
(a suburban idyll)
the scene after dinner;
all that red wine on the tablecloth,
& herself locked in the bathroom
…looking back, i could see that
as the sun crawled higher into the sky,
the whiskey in our glasses grew weaker
…it hid all afternoon in the shadows of our skulls,
like a cartoon lightening bolt,
staying out of the sun till night fell
…gathering its strength
…now its late & cool, &
the sprinklers are on & i remember
the croquet set
never got put away
16th
Tuesday, June 16th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments
*st. bartholomew*
‘there’s a few more hours of light
left, so…’ he said, propping me up against
the base of a tall pine tree & lighting
a cigarette,
‘…lets try to enjoy the view’
he said he’d take the gag out of
my mouth if i promised not to
scream, but i could not, in good
conscious, make him that promise
‘you see…’ he began,
‘…the dilemma is, we have all the
accountability that the illusion of
free-will implies & none of the perks’
later the thought occurred to me
that god did not merely
rest on the 7th day;
he gave up
