Showing posts with label singing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label singing. Show all posts

Saturday, 12 October 2019

a stack of 45s


[[ part one ]]
a stack of 45s - my sister abandoned
a stack of 45s - before she went away
a stack of 45s - my sister left behind her
a stack of 45s - I used to play

[[ part two ]]
a stack of 45s - a stack of 45s
when the smoke cleared, the only thing left
a stack of 45s - a stack of 45s
she did the dances they danced in the day
a stack of 45s - a stack of 45s
record player dropping song after song
a stack of 45s - a stack of 45s

[[ dance break ]]
and she would
snap the bubblegum
and she would
scrape the sticky gum from offa her shoes
(offa her shoes and walk away)

[[ part three ]]
put it on - put on the one about a new combination
put it on - put on the one about a boy and girl
put it on - put on the one about keeping together
put it on - put on the one about falling apart
put it on - put on the one about the wind in the city
put it on - put on the one about the men in the trees
put it on - put on the one about love me forever
put it on - put on the one about a telephone call
put it on - put on the one about the ocean and time
put it on - put on the one about us


Tuesday, 2 July 2019

singing at the end of the world

now it's never
dark at night

long midsummer
in my mind

morning dose of
fool euphoria

then alone till
late at night

light still burning
in my head

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birds are singing
even here

even at the
end of the world

birds are singing
birds are singing

let's go out to
where the birds are

singing at the
end of the world

Monday, 3 June 2019

tomorrow



church bells
a festival
a woman
singing
soul and flesh in
a single ecstasy

tapping at the window
a curious bird or
a friend coming by or
a branch in the wind?

stretched legs
from hips to toes
a woman
letting
go of tension
a turning ceiling fan

sweetness in the air   
a gift for us or
for some other species or
for sweetness itself?

a new coin tossed
shining in her hand
and dare she look
at fate in her palm?
at unplucked berries  
warm in the sun?