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A Thing Gets Old: ottava rima

A thing gets old because it starts out young and in the spring has little or no care; of consequence and karma, yet unsprung in early life, it remains unaware. Perhaps in early August, comes a sign: an aching in … Continue reading

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The fainter stars

I wonder if the fainter stars, those not more distant but less bright, their fuel perhaps reduced by age, the entropy that comes with time, feel they burn just as brightly now as once they ever did. Do they, confined … Continue reading

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Anti-Virus: a complaint or lamentation

I wonder how the world would be if thirty years ago, instead of playing thankless gigs, a soundbyte of a show I’d done when merely seventeen (and better then, than now) would have been made, and hit the ‘net (God … Continue reading

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Better Your Dream Dies Young

Better that your dream dies young, its promise as yet unfulfilled, a youthful willow Juliet to your enamored Romeo, than that it live until old age, when riddled through with cancer scars, its cracked voice jaded with regret, it makes … Continue reading

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Here is the Crossroads

Here is the crossroads where you finally know you’re too old to say you’ll die young. It’s early summer; fall’s on the horizon. Your spring has most definitely sprung. It’s not about giving up on your wild days, but some … Continue reading

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Leaving Something Good

The kind of bands that play the music that I write these days seem few and far between; somewhere between grasping the brass ring and the consequences lie some broken dreams. Just for myself, it doesn’t matter much; but without … Continue reading

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Midlife Chrysler

Some dreams are meant to fade away with age; starting another chapter means you’ve got to turn the page. What seemed the promised land back in your youth becomes a lawn to mow, and it’s the truth: it’s hard when … Continue reading

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