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to Robert Plant circa 1971

it’s midnight – we are now
twenty-three,
if i lean just so out the window
your hand will
curve to the bare
small of my back
while the other will gently
tap the steering wheel,
all of this
just as the California dusk
takes a breathless gasp
at the sight of
night

then when
the smoke has cleared
and tea has surrendered
to breezes exploring their sheer
surface we’ll be
finding bare footing on
the cold metal rungs
of the fire escape
with nothing – nothing
but to believe in
our immortality and to fill
blank seconds of
night

sorry was on a date with Weiland

sorry i missed yesterday! scored a last minute front row ticket to STP at the outdoor pavilion here in town! lovely lovely fun rock n roll good times… even if Weiland did forget a couple of words…. still love it. in honor, check this one out:

Steam Like Weiland
http://presssend.blogspot.com/2010/04/steam-like-weiland.html

Chicago blues woman

“I’m a womaaaann” (yeah, yeah)
she stout,
poured into black pants
and a spotlight.

Small stage, growing smaller,

“I’m a womannnnn” (yeah yeah)

and the last syllable
has the same timbre,
of her hair toss
and her thighs still shaking
after a stomp.

we’re never ready (i went to the piano)

When they told me
she had died,

I went to the piano.

Mazurka
by Chopin –
in the pained
stutter of
one who doesn’t
practice much.

Again, and again,
low D to high, hit the
trill,
bass chords steady,
decrescendo leading to a…
false note.
Again.

All the while thinking,
I should have practiced more.
I should have…

sweet tooth (in e minor)

you crave me
when I inhale
air bittersweet.

I’d want you,
quick exhales,
morning’s too soon.

we’re only
drowning in sweets
please me,
oh, oh, oh,
leave me.

we’ll move fast
devour the sky
make moments last.

you’ll need me
that want as I go,
I am the tease.

we’re only
drowning in sheets
please me,
oh just go and
leave me.

you crave me
yet here I am
seems incomplete.

we’ll see soon
only what’s real,
a greedy sweet tooth.

[author’s note: lyrics from a song written in 2002, maybe]

Elton John for Valentine’s day (haiku)

wine bottle tenor
singing “Ballarina -a”
to a dim lit floor.

(to some, this is a perfect evening – you know who you are)

night crawler (the moon and people like me)

where darkness
leads a whiskey shot
with no chaser
claw the burn and the dizzy

where alone
with moans of an E minor
strokes my thin camisole
that dews see through with sweat

even the moon
is submissive on a Tuesday
settles for the blackout
spills out ‘cross the street

where the devil says
i am your sweet tooth baby
i am your lizard king
waste your days, feel whole again —

that’s
where
I
wait.

i refuse to cut my hair

i refuse
to cut my hair
like Crosby Stills & Nash

i refuse
to bend and twist and
let the scissors close

leave it be-
this tangled nest, a waving
mass curled up by the sea

it is a
culmination of days,
of a lost youth splitting ends

when the Atlantic coast is your only passenger

tonight, it is done–
the half moon is your copilot
and you find the iconic
Joni Mitchell and Sam Cooke
agree soulfully that
tonight the steering wheel
feels more alive
that tonight,
when the Atlantic coast is your only
passenger sleeping
somewhat restlessly against the window,
you have
but open miles ahead tonight
and your headlights
witness only the
fringe reminder of trees.