Tag Archives: Sing
My heart-rending notesAt The Bell
Fling that thing to the Moon
That thing that’s ailing you
Red flags, white flags, too
It’s not a day too soon
Let’s leave crazy to loons
Whose flightiness consumes
Consider this day new
Its call goes out to you
To sing the champion’s tune
Caged: A Haiku
Do birds know their luck
That I no longer trust wings
Else I’d fall for them
Hey, Satan: A Haiku
“I feel a small fire….”
She says, in sing-song slang.
God knows, she’s afire.
Our Finest Hour
Our finest hour
And, Goddamn it, lift your voice
Shriek to me from out of the grey
It has been six years and six months to the day
Set aside your pen
Unpoison your wellspring
Harmonize with me
End the endless justification of silence
Of the dark
Lived lives trump safe lives
Remember?
No Sunshine
Driving yesterday, Friday
Suddenly, my periphery
I saw you
You saw me — singing, maybe
Our worlds, long since finished colliding
We, continued
I singing, still
“Why are you alone?”
The music sneaked up on me to ask
Caught me off guard
My voice was in another world
Singing of a lover’s soul
So I sang soul music to explain
Loud, because of my soul’s pain
Unilateral
If you haven’t lost the love of your life
In the late Summertime
As a jewel-toned magic carpet pulled
From ‘neath your soaring heart
As your jump rope stolen
Whilst you sang from the deep
Then you cannot have been my best friend
In this, our late lifetime
Music
My longing drips from every note and I’m quite tired from it
The truth is others dance away while I am fated to sit
The aching seems to fuel the band of devils in this cruel world
What do I sing of hope and love to the woman and the girl?
2nd Story Window
What’s been in our window’s way, I don’t know
How many promising nights did we wait
Sun gracing each season’s skies through the years
That’s what they claimed all those arduous days
But our eyes didn’t see
What our skin didn’t feel
Now comes the end, so the calendar sings
Belt it out here, with me
Not a song that tells you you’ve got to go home
Instead check the window sign
You’re not alone
Coupling
Something about 6 thirty
A.M.
Coffee calling
Birds beckoning
You
Something about 10 minutes
Absent-mindedly
Clutching comfort
Begin burning
Me
Song at the ready
Matchstick in hand
In harmony
Afire for it
We
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