Category: Poetry
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Johnny by Sarah Jarosz
Johnny by Sarah Jarosz Johnny’s on the back porchDrinkin’ red wineHe knows that it could beThe very last timeHe raises the glass upTo his lipsAnd wonders How could a boyFrom a little bay townGrow up to be a manFly the whole world roundAnd end back upOn the same damn groundHe started You might not get…
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Silence in Motion
Silence in Motion an inky void sashaysthrough the sunrise longshadows on stealthycat’s paws from beneath the grapefriuttree, across the porchto the fountain’sreservor takes a long drinkthen some personal grooming asbright yellow eyes peer through thescreen door for any canine objections –LE
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Seventy-six Trombones
Seventy-six Trombones seventy-six trombones in the big paradeplaying the seventy-sixth part of the gamewondering how deep is the benchhow many more ready to take my place? guess it’s all moot since strings areall I’ve ever played, four, six, and twelvefretted and fretless, trombones in asense I guess, nonetheless circlings of Sol a trombone eachanticipating the…
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Outrage for the Execution of Willie McGee
Outrage for the Execution of Willie McGee – Lyricsby Goodnight, Texas That old shoe was bound to walk now that man right out the doorThis old shoe is bound to walk now tell you what the reasons forThis old dollar bought me nothing, this dollar sick and frailThis dollar bought you something, now your man…
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Late August, Morning Ride
Late August, Morning Ride Sol rising, 20 degrees off thehorizon casting long shadowsalong the path, barcoding thebarios we’re rolling through sunward, the bone-dry riverbottom, half submerged inshadow twitches with lifeferal, stealthy, waiting ring-ding-ding bwaaah ring-ding-ding bwaah of under-powered motorbike playingchicane in morning traffic homeless sprawl across thepath in underpasses, accidentswaiting to happen, carelessof themselves and…
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Goodnight Moon
Goodnight Moon by Duke Mcvinnie There’s a nail in the doorAnd there’s glass on the lawnTacks on the floorAnd the TV is onAnd I always sleep with my gunsWhen you’re gone There’s a blade by the bedAnd a phone in my handA dog on the floorAnd some cash on the nightstandWhen I’m all alone the…
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Wild Thing
Wild Thing Reached No. 1 on Billboard for several weeks in 1966 for The Troggs [Chorus]Wild thingYou make my heart singYou make everything groovyWild thing [Verse 1]Wild thing, I think I love youBut I wanna know for sureCome on, hold me tight!I love you[Instrumental Break] [Chorus]Wild thingYou make my heart singYou make everything groovyWild thing…
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Where Are We – Am I?
Where Are We – Am I? a matter of perception, as are all thingshere, there, everywhere, nowhere, all the samein perspective, finding relativities and domains imbeded in streams and eddies of space/timemeditating … at one, or fighting, kicking, screamingregardless, ends as do all things … entropic disolution yes, some flash-out, burn-out, peter-out, wink-outfilter-out, turn-out, poop-out,…
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Art and War Drive Tech
Art and War Drive Technology Art and war notthe Art of Warby Sun Tzunecessarilybut maybeare the driversof technology inevery age war in its searchfor efficient and devastating killing and subjugatingtech against any who oppose the ‘righteous’ established ‘natural’ contrived order art seeking efficient techcopy and synthesizenaturecreate artificescivilization culture‘humanities’ art old Leonardopersonified itart and warthey called…
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From This Valley
From This Valley by The Civil Wars Oh the desert dreams of a riverThat will run down to the seaLike my heart longs for an oceanTo wash down over me Oh won’t you take me from this valleyTo that mountain high aboveOh I will pray, pray, pray till I see your smiling faceI will pray,…
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