Dunn- to tax
put a burden on
weigh down
unnecessarily
exert the power
of government
to suck the life
out of the populace
line the pockets
of thieves
done in
yeah
I'm done
I'm in a humble
done in
finished with
well
would like
to be finished
with
oh
so
many things
Newfoundland
a place to rest
my bones
quiet
simple
undisturbed
by static radio
devoid
of call signals
traffic lights
no stop
no go
just me
in idle mode
completely
thought less
with cattails
gently moved
by gentle breeze
irritating noise
less
no schedules
no
completion dates
Odd Fellow
fancies himself a poet
says his name is Henry Wadsworth Odd Fellow
not much good at his trade
you ask me
goes off without warning into unrhythmic verse
sounds awful
quite an assault on the ears
seems to make him happy though
un -rhyming asshole
goes into a reverie of nonsense
just like he was prophesying the beginning of the world
Clue In
I never wanted
to be the nut job writer
thought mental illness was too high a price
to pay
seems there ain't no bargaining about such things
seems the folks clue into me
are on one special frequency
that ain't on AM FM
for that matter any band
except the blood that runs inside the rock
the pale moon that refuses to divulge its ancient history
the sound that can't be heard between
one heart beat and the next
and of course
the uncharted waters
the immeasurable depths
of the oceans of anonymous songs
driftwood from nameless trees
relics curiosities inalienable loves
deep beat jungle rhythm
hard chest punches
and feet dancing to unrecorded dreams
that slap up against the back
of a clinically short circuited volatile brain
Sex & Violins
On the streets
under the sheets
in the park
in the dark
the bright
sunlight
no matter
where
or when
what
the time
of day
or night
sex & violins
have always been
my favorite
magical
visceral
musical
counterpoints
