Summer’s Salts
daydreams and miracles in ragged hills strewn like teddy bears with seams ripped open wide, thunderhead cotton exploding out
thistle in the sky, songs in our mouths. Every inch of river new as I
carving curves in banks like exercise The sun hid behind the moon
bashful it’s radiance could not compete with eclipse-red lips, sundresses breeze brought kisses and big sunglasses… And hitting high in the afternoon, there were we, strings, vibrating and still, hot air nothing could touch what was so full; humidity so thick and bosoms uncooled and souls, how we beamed in the half light of the interrupted sun we came undone and back again and saw ellipses in holes by pins the friends, they know how slow summer feels, with drips beading and falling from behind knees and bits of cotton that drifts from tree to tree and me, I was completely taken, and given back so I could do it all again with similar results: riding green sloping hills on river’s edge and sweating summer’s salts.
What makes people tick?
syncopated ticks
in cacophony,
discord, wild metronomes pushing blood around to the sound of thumps in the night sighs to slow the rhythm we can’t manage, clocks to give us unreachable regularity at such a steady pace that impairs our confident and independent stride. Tame tempos that suit your temperament: largo, presto, adagio, allegro. You’ll grow in cadence, with licks of ocean tides, join the crickets, find the choir bellowing tones in your bpm, dance with winds that make barn doors rattle and clap, laugh until you’re out of sync, ride the brink of gasps fluttering and trembling your throbbing core. That cardiac pause looms, eternities of pendulums hanging still like retired drumsticks, eminent windless dark… Time does not stop at death. It endures without a beat to move with, a paralysis of pulses, no sound to measure breaths drawn. So at dawn, arise! March to your drum, inflect and step into your OWN time.
vibrations
vibrations
in perfect sync
with the quiver
of my cells
every pluck
my heart swells
guitars, harps,
ukes, violins
banjos, cellos,
mandolins
they all sing
with their entrancing strings
matching the pulse in me
trembling
harmony
Reverb
for hours after it reverberates, adrenaline shaking me delirious like holy spirit epileptic manifestations in the aisles of your rhythmic temple romantically cleansed in the murkiest of baptisms you sing,
and it carves me hollow, scraped clean, empty,
guts and seeds, stripped bare to the rind and lit up smiling every note standing hairs on end till I’m a forest lost in the bewildering wilderness you croon these heart wrenching choral confessions that unfurl in wooden ribbons from your oaken diaphragm roots, rising up and out, scratching and grabbing air growing into every open ear, holding attention boa tight your gnarling lyric branches weaving through every orifice choking the sun with sweet darkness just keep me captive tethered and chained to your next word, my lungs asphyxiating in the black ink lagoon you’ve spelled your lines and measures with I’ve got it bad, this malady of your ballads I want to manifest all your everythings tie myself in strings and set myself between your knees the devil will believe me I want to zip the flesh down from my neck peel back my ribs and beg for another hit your bow, in viscera slicing strokes each horse hair cut, gut weeping enchantments you play and we offer blood I’m not sure who’s sacrificing but I’ll give anything for more there is no coming back to real life after this this narcotic need to feed on more scores
Dazzle Drive
Headlights dance on the diamond shoulders
a sparkling jewel encrusted belt parallel the interstate
an epitaph of accidents
of rear-ends who have seen too much action and torn rubber
of lives shook empty of their glitter
How this tragic twinkle makes a dazzling spectacle
perfect in unison with the concertos in my car
Meet-her and Rhyt-him
That song in my head
was your whisper in my ear
that started a quickening beat
in my chest
foot on the bass pedal
thump thump thump
tap the hi-hat
wait for the pause
then a swell,
overwhelming,
of strumming guitar
an ambient eddy of liquid velvet
suspending me sideways
rustling my strings
into sublime vibrato,
my keys,
pulsed into rhythmic refrain
pound the chorus of angelic proclaims
the stick, drumming the taut-skinned head
with rapid licks
and pounds like bricks
your fingers on that neck dancing wild,
every extremity, defiled
with harmonic tingles
carrying every tender decibel deep inside