The Blues Play Bass In The Dance Band Of Life There is no long sad goodbyeno short cheery one eitheryou don’t hold the blues in your armsthey hold you.don’t try to drown them in whiskeythey won’t go down ‘causethe blues can swim, like a shark, like a raythe blues ripple relentlessly on alcoholyou can’t whip
As If I Lost Something In the family room with no familyLouis Armstrong is killing Mack the Knifeimmortalizing a murderer of vulnerable womenI wander this large space full of trumpetand that once in a lifetime voice but emptyas if I have lost somethingas if Louis might have itmaybe embedded in that subwoofer growlthat horn vibratoI
Scrolling looking through the local marketplace addswhen there is nothing in particularI want or needmust be symptomatic of some disorderborderline personality perhapsI’ve always wondered what that is specificallyNow I don’t have time to look it up becauseI have frittered the morning away scrollingwhat have I accomplished with this seeminglyuseless activityI have avoided facing all responsibility
Quantum Entanglement in Heavy Water We’re in grouplistening to each othertell about relaxationtechniques.I do three one minutemindfulnessevery day and a six minutemeditationevery night says one.Yeah sure you do.Another has a Christian Bibleapp on his phoneanother chants a mantrain Spanish.I drift off a bit in the usualconfessionals.Then startled, hearing beforelisteningwhen one guy speaks ofthe ocean.I go
Early Winter 2025 North Bruce Peninsula The leaves have left the black branches barren, fractalas frost on an air-leaky window pane but uglier.Gone, all but for the most stubborn brown sarcophagushere and there.Like the nuisance guests at a receptionwho insist on drinking until closing time.A month ago these hardwoods were radiantwith red and yellow and
