Little Pupper Toes

Here are some lyrics for song that is forth coming. I need to get time to record it — keep an eye out, I will post a link once it’s done. In meantime, bask in the cuteness.

Have you seen the pupper toes
Leavin tracks in the snow
Have you seen the pupper toes
Showin where the pupper goes?

Little pupper toes and little pupper legs
with round pupper bodies
and a pupper tail that wags
yeah little pupper toes
following a little pupper nose

Did you see the pupper run?
jumping around and havin fun?
Just a little pupper in the sun!
look at that silly pupper run!

Little pupper toes
and little pupper legs
with round pupper bodies
and a pupper tail that wags
yeah little pupper toes
following a little pupper nose

Watch the pupper chase the ball
that pupper can’t run at all
watch the clumsy pupper fall
that pupper is much too small

Little pupper toes
and little pupper legs
with round pupper bodies
and a pupper tail that wags
yeah little pupper toes
following a little pupper nose

Cycle

The rotting apples
sitting still upon the ground
feed the young flowers

Apropos for our Time

I don’t normally want to post non-original work, but reading some of the political jazz of our current era, this is all that comes to mind and I will leave it at that.

THE SECOND COMING

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Naked

As I leave therapy, the truck drives lightly
Past dark bare mid-fall trees between traffic
lanes standing strikingly proud at noon day
in the cool fall sun, there! a denuded maple,
leafless elm, two green pine, don’t look dead
dejected embarrassed for all foliage’s failings
in their apparently unabashed and full nudity

Rivers

Cold clean clear running rivulets
from the late spring snow storm
run a crooked cracked sidewalk line
merging, diverging and merging
around a discarded, wash-up bottle cap
a barren flat topped man-made island
Leaving curved etching in grains of sand
that tumble like boulders in glacial run off
collecting and creating countless drumlins
shovel loosed grass form dense archipelagos
just beneath an easy curbside waterfall
where a tributary runs joins a larger river
increasing in current and continues to widen
as it merges once again just before diverging
through a street-end stick/leaf clogged sluice
pouring into a yet larger river underground
flowing increasing with more and more streams
until after many days joining the violent currents
cold waters of upper Mississippi and flowing down
To the south, leaving the mouth to Gulf of Mexico
and the sea.

The First Line

A few words
caught in the white
of the screen
a trailing thought
“The winnowing whistle
of the winter of the wind”
or “Light licks it’s way
up the wall, spilled liquid”
phrases that tickle
or itch like a feather
poking through the down
warmth of a comforter.

Every Day

When the sun rises
Rise
When the sun sets
Set
In between
Work and Play

 

In This Exact Moment — A Different Moment

Sometimes there’s nothing
invisible copse of not trees
unabashed naked denuded
leaf decayed long time ago
Surfaceless lake, waterless
bottomless, a not negative
not positive, lost batteries
without a charge waiting
for absent loss of control
remotes without thought

Today:

eat

drink

love

sleep

Charlie Brown

A kite in the tree
the crab apple tree
Want to get it down
the kite is stuck
and you only shrug
Say “Let the dog in”

This is your life
Charlie Brown

A Monarch in the tree
the kite is a Monarch
Stuck in the tree
In the crab apple tree
Still you only shrug
Say, “Let the dog in”

This is your life
Charlie Brown

Look at that kite
Up in the tree
This is important
The kite stuck in the tree
Again you only shrug
Say “Let the dog in”

This is your life
Charlie Brown

But Chuck is stuck
Up on a tree
He is no Monarch, no kite
in the crab apple tree
Finally you only shrug
Say, “Let the dog in”

This is your life
Charlie Brown.

A kite in the tree
the crab apple tree
Want to get it done
The kite is stuck
Finally, you shrug
Say, “Let the dog in”