a poem is a sermon
Don’t want much, but that’s all right Nothing much happens here on Saturday night Get laid, get drunk, get in a fight Maybe all three Maybe at the same time Don’t need nothing, but that’s OK Nothing much here to speak of, anyway, Get up, get old, collect your pay Maybe all three Maybe if […]
At some point, it doesn’t matter if your bank account gets fatter or you end up with the most expensive toys, always playing at high roller with illusions of control or desperate attempts at mirrors, smoke and noise. Despite all your wealth and power, you won’t get another hour more because you bought your way […]
Johnny Cash said that Nashville’s had a hard time figuring how to sell country to New Yorkers with boots. It’s a national advertising demographic thing now. Well, country ought to be personal and interactive. Nobody in new country makes you think of Marty, Hank or Lefty – not because they weren’t influential, but because real […]
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If knots formed in the wood have turned the grain in a maze that wanders no continued line nor runs a cogent phrase, then those who go against it are not veering from a norm, but rather seeking patterns in the absence of pure form, like turning in the skid or tacking sails into the […]
CHORUS: If far too often fate seems to be fixed and all for nought, pray you remember this: of our own choosing are these states of life, both law and ruler from among us rise. ‘Tis in our hands, that much of being free oft comes to nil, and so our apathy determines how our […]
Rescind your tortured sentences; let words escape like AWOL soldiers past the fence, like sullen rocks that would grow wings like birds and fly out into fresh experience. Rethink your injured poems; let each line cascade in a cacophony of sound where all the images you dare define in simple rhythm’s ancient tongues resound. Don’t […]
Society, your dream would have me beg for pittance from a cruel employer’s hand, and from my knees downward, not use my legs, preferring that I genuflect, not stand, to act as servant, bound to divine whim that your appointed middlemen report. What’s more, I must be weak, and bow to Him who you insist […]