Dhrupad 3 – blackbird song

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DHRUPAD 3 (blackbird song)

Blackbird rain, blackbird river,the rich so rich evening cool air, evening rich scent air, blackbird still river standing cool. Pines whisper the breeze the breeze the slide knife heart song thrills, mellow knife heart knife song. Rounded world voice river now ripple now voice. Apple rounded, juice voice, drip drip drip voice, echoed stone voice, remembering voice, saying floating cool rain voice. Golden smooth and jet black shiny voice. Rain split, rainbowed wrapped twist thread, weaving woven gold and gilded through and through, this warm this cool this water clear air song voice moment. Stopped and started time held and space thrilled, sun and moon and stars all, all named together, one river named, one moment twirled named, this river sorrow joy river, this eye opening out, vast vast this throb, this little throat, this heart, heart full, rain washed, cool washed, all washed, voice river…

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Never Pat A Burning Dog

NEVER PAT A BURNING DOG

Sundry faiths there are
Bickering over the words
Of a single truth

On The Wagon

ON THE WAGON

Discard attachment
Loss a fizzy illusion
And sorrow sham pain

catatonic love poem

catatonic love poem

when i was blind boy
stevie wonder
your glasses touched me
for evermore

making the decisions
working in the light
you saw clearly
and cried for me (once)

in transition
(temptations/psychesoul)
you bought your contact lenses
went dabbing at watering eyes

and now i am diana ross
untouchable
it is holy thursday
and i will love you

till the frames of your contact lenses
have rusted away

Own Goal

OWN GOAL

Somewhere out there I swear
Or else on reflection
Somewhere inside exists
That I am in search for

Postprandial Pals

POSTPRANDIAL PALS

When the curtain falls
Those acting opponents
Clean off all the pancake
And repair to the pub

Reconciliation

RECONCILIATION

It is never too late
To say your peace
Unless of course
You leave it too late

this land ain’t your land…

Read Between the Minds

From CWMartin Image Collection

contrary
to
what that song
told you
this
ain’t your land
never
was
your forefathers
showed up
without
a passport
or
work visa
and
proceeded
to
lay claim to
anything
and
everything
they coveted
and when
we said
wait a minute jack
they
started shooting us
in order
to
save our heathen souls
seems
like
someone
misread the text
but
let me digress
all
i really
want to say
in this age
of
walls
is
get the hell out
of
my country

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Extinguished

EXTINGUISHED

The true clarity
Is a disappearing trick
No one the wiser

Just So

JUST SO

Where no beauty is
Look to the eye or the mind
Never the beauty

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