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Ominous Concerto

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An ominous concerto

 

Chords of war

blow within

wind

‘cross green seas

of meadow grass

behind homes

blood

stored within

vessels flesh

fear

fresh

hiding from

shattered glass

and angry blasts

of cannon’s bark

and bomber’s will

to die and kill

and kill and kill

 

The siren’s fiddle warns in the middle

of our field

out back

in the year

of war

below blue skies

swirling black

 

An ominous concerto

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I Blame the Scientists

In the middle of the stage, dressed in the breath of dry ice fog and laser laced face stitches; Frankenstein rose from the floor with a white Rickenbacker 360 in his right hand plugged up in his exposed heart beating faster than a Neal Peart string of acid laced triplets and all amped up to a pair of Fender ’65 Deluxe Reverbs dangling from his decaying ear lobes. Blood dripped from Frank’s fingers as he slashed chords. The “Stein” screamed lyrics that sliced his lips as the crowd of 25, 435 bald scientists in white lab coats, all snorting coke, and drinking strawberry Kool-Aid held lab burners in the air chanting FRANK – EN – STEIN, FRANK – EN – STEIN, FRANK – EN – STEIN.
Sud-den-ly to most, and in slow motion to the science nerds on quaaludes, Frankenstein collapsed and registered a 9.0 Richter Scale earthquake that preceded a Mount St. Helen resurrection on the stage that left nothing but the fading sound of sizzling crack pipes. Frankenstein was dead along with all of scientists who created him.

It was such a waste of a fine guitar and amps.
Damn the scientists!

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A New Voice

A new voice
Was
A language hidden
In poverty
Of otic region echoes
Of mountainous streams
Gold reed’s rustling secret
Hushed beneath
Shadows
Inverted
Aside a crude cabin’s cello and cold hearth
Fibrillating near charred remains
Formerly known as – church bus –
In family circles –
And skeletal remains
Of a broken compass
Pointing north
Always north
Forever

North

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Explozia

Explózia n
Explosión
Dancing like twisted fused flying dynamite
Sparkling loudly
Feu d’artifice

De flores flor
Fleurs fleur
The bloom of such potent sky flowers

Rouge – červená
Blush passion –
Red – ROJO

Amarillo, žltá
Juane –
Yellow flashing
Streaks of lost caution

Hacen el amor en el público
De l’herbe verte
A modrá obloha

Making love in the public
Between green sheets of
Reality
And blue blanket’s fantasy

Explózia n
Explosión
Fireworks
De l’amour

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And Further By

Where is green grass
Why do I slip
And slide
And fall on my ass
In my winter days of shortened lengths of light

Where is my grip
Why do I smoke
And drink
And forget to sip
In my shortened lengths of lit winter days

Where is the joke
Why do I laugh
And snort
And trip like a bloke
In the light with my winter days short of length

Is there a path
Why do I ask
And hope
And act like an ass
In winter days of my short lengths of light

Says a voice in a song on a street corner downtown
In the winter
Alone
With a sound
I heard while passing by – slowly – as light dimmed to night – and flicked my cigarette into the street – and muttered –
Damn man – flipping up my coat collar – as I passed further by – and further by – and further by –

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