Runey Moon

Posted in Dreams on March 2, 2012 by himself

Where cats walk tall with human stature
Amidst a night of fitful sleep
Casting shadows in the dark
Shadows they cannot follow
Under the light of day

When unwanted wights work
To bust down your front door—
Unscrew the bolts of your dreams—
It’s then you should shout
The unexpected shout,
Drive the bolts home again
Seal the passage shut

When the moon’s going round
Inspires story-thoughts
Of reflections of reflections…

And that single silver face
Endlessly obsessed
with its own wax-waning
distant running shadow
Floats, turning ever inward
Brightening then darkening
Pushing and pulling upon the seas
Upon the sanguine pools below
Eclipse in motion
Churning oceans
Boiling blood & sowing strife
Inspiring lust, brewing life.

Night Muse

Posted in Dreams on February 27, 2012 by himself

Had a dream of Him…

Big & thick & sincere
Reddish brownish soft soft hair
Blue-eyed fair and dazzling

Freckled with a map of scars
under black light
Near to swept me off my feet…

He had his flaws to be sure,
“I killed 13 people…”
Never got the low-down on that.

Earl Grey

Posted in Quips on October 24, 2011 by himself

Sitting still
As life boils off
Rarified as
Memory

Whistle
a tea kettle
merry
tune

Scatterbrain

Posted in Quips on October 23, 2011 by himself

now where did I put my heart this morning?

it’s around here somewhere
in some shoe-box or cookie jar

maybe a drawer with socks hanging out
lost my mind a while back… just done lost it

not misplaced at all
just poof… gone!

Infrastructure

Posted in Music, Quotes on October 22, 2011 by himself

I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

— Rabindranath Tagore

First Day Blogging

Posted in Rain, Writing on October 18, 2011 by himself

It’s a low-angled, quite sunny day here in Portland as we slide down the autumnal slopes. And here it lies, the first of many posts to come.

I’m totally pre-occupied with the progress of ‘Elevenbridge, part 1’ at the moment… so much so that I can’t seem to move ahead. I suppose that’s the good in having more than a single project running at any given time… when one isn’t speaking to you, let another jabber on for a while.

I blame the sun. I think it dazzles and disorients me. My poor little mole-eyes were just not built for this.

Bring on the rain!