The Banjo

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If I could call
My friend
I’d ask first
About his breath and the whether there
Was mint in the air
That he couldn’t help but still discern, despite all that was on his mind
And about the heights he’d seen so far this morning -by the way,
That magical-calm-of-a-song you’re playing in the upstairs background 
Must be for me
I’m glad you called

Rhythmic March

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In your rhythmic March
I watch you walk
With then against 
The pull of the pre-dawn wind
And I wonder whether you feel

It is worth it

What consumes you 
Now is cold, this Day
If the glass and girders 
Keep you for a time 
Then afterwards, what else

Claim what will count

Would that comes always 
Always and ever
The consuming fire
And you brandish a flame
In your rhythmic March 

 

Magic Friend

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Come from behind the black velveted moon and stars
Mr. Warlock
Mr. Wizard
For I know you’re magic
And I need your magic
To end the smoke that has left me unable to breathe
To shatter the mirrors I don’t dare look into
Which cloak might I wear while we sit and you whisper in alchemist drawl?

Chipped Cups

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 These melting hearts
The few of us have
That cannot escape the moment
Without uttering yes

The self-proclaimed wise
Tsk, tsk us and say
I’ve a number for you
They’ll fix it all up

The think’d wiser-still
Warn, no one can save you
And you’re weak
If you hope for who’d try

Let us tell what we’ve found
No call, no warn’ will we heed
For the hand and the kiss
Of a Friend, it helps heal

smiles beginning

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Do you choose the music you wrap yourself in 

Or does it choose you

How does it begin

I’d lay bets you reach out

With willowy fingers 

And some silken spider’s web smiles

And ensnares you as you thoughtlessly smile back

Coaxing it close around you, knowing you’ve no need to grasp

And this music and this you and this ease 

Finds us ensnared in the silk and the silly

Smiles beginning