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i wrote a song called 'crystal tide.' it is available for painless download.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
For Shana
I arrived a flashing meteor
Hurled from my era of contradictions,
And laid in the grass something new.
Let's dance then, I said, Make haste,
Let's dance then, friend!
Burrs in our hair and sucking thorns
We can dance for the season.
And your eyes skimming sadness still
Keen remain lit,
As we awaken bruised from the half-forgotten nights
Of our whisky soaked masochism-soirees,
Wearing dresses made of drapes
With our bourbon stained cheeks.
Let's dance then, friend--
This jumble of loving and loathing, so cruel
This year of notable wildness and vice
Has given grey to my hair,
See it there? Let's dance then,
With our wounded selves let's make nice
Let's pull them sulking by the arms
Into the light
Brush the tangled hair from their eyes
And dance for the season.
Hurled from my era of contradictions,
And laid in the grass something new.
Let's dance then, I said, Make haste,
Let's dance then, friend!
Burrs in our hair and sucking thorns
We can dance for the season.
And your eyes skimming sadness still
Keen remain lit,
As we awaken bruised from the half-forgotten nights
Of our whisky soaked masochism-soirees,
Wearing dresses made of drapes
With our bourbon stained cheeks.
Let's dance then, friend--
This jumble of loving and loathing, so cruel
This year of notable wildness and vice
Has given grey to my hair,
See it there? Let's dance then,
With our wounded selves let's make nice
Let's pull them sulking by the arms
Into the light
Brush the tangled hair from their eyes
And dance for the season.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
two years
two years ago your hand still clutched your rosary
but it hadn't moved for days
two years ago i was such a fool
thinking i knew everything
but my heart broke when you died
the saddest empty bell
i knew i'd miss you then
and see, i miss you still.
ernestine batastini hummel
may 18th, 1918-- july 8th, 2008
but it hadn't moved for days
two years ago i was such a fool
thinking i knew everything
but my heart broke when you died
the saddest empty bell
i knew i'd miss you then
and see, i miss you still.
ernestine batastini hummel
may 18th, 1918-- july 8th, 2008
Monday, July 5, 2010
"Sunlight pours into his Cairo room. His hand flabby over his Herodotus journal, all the tension in the rest of his body, so he writes words down wrong, the pen sprawling as if without spine. He can hardly write down the word sunlight. The words in love."
It is as we have all said;
Exchanging rivers.
It is like this, he would say
(Almasy might say)
Capillaries like sprawling creeks
learning the name of each
Beautiful branches gifted
Pulses in the tides of arteries
It is as we all understand;
Exchanging rivers.
It is as we have all said;
Exchanging rivers.
It is like this, he would say
(Almasy might say)
Capillaries like sprawling creeks
learning the name of each
Beautiful branches gifted
Pulses in the tides of arteries
It is as we all understand;
Exchanging rivers.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
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