and a fiddle in the other
it's hard to type
but I'm going slow
firecrackers in the yard
this evening with the girls
a couple of times I would
find myself with a big stupid
kid grin of my own smeared
all over my face
and it's not possible for me
to watch one of them lighting
a fuse and not holler out 'boom'
and that's how traits get
passed on to the next
generation
the music is silent now
and I still have my headphones
on and they feel good
I've been writing some weird songs
and I can feel my head
moving into a different space
I like moving
I like sitting very still sometimes too
Well PJ sent you a Happy Birthday a day early and I'm sending you one a day late. Guess we've got you surrounded. Happy Birthday (belated) Mac.
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ReplyDeleteWE HAVE GONE
GONE. GONE
in the hole where
soul swells
into
nothing
leaving solid space
where profiles
of gods and fairies
are carved
and
finely
polished
by the clanking of trucks,
thunder-shaking
waves,
and the taste of mangos.