Tuesday, July 27, 2010

the best wishes are just out of reach

the best wishes are just out of reach i have 18 back-up singers singing my praises just under the tidal surface there is life hanging on scavenging squirting floating stinging you can put your hands in it gently small wonders foam over this is the place this is the place surrounded by the fringes of an inland sea find seek sing








thirst inning Cheney is Walt Whitman's heart beating ~ Tacoma's finest fragrance the kelp beds roasting on the low tide sun flats ~ it was good enough for Bing and Neko Case for a while anyway ~ give Grit City a try you will never go back to the last place you called home

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

a dirge jubilee for Uncle R

so this is the day he left upon the wheel in the sky ~ i bet the Beatles filled the room with pomp and circumstance a last piano chord struck hanging on til the tail-out groove cued the tone arm retract ~ an enso engulfs a point in space the orbit around it being everything else ~ Rio has it all ~ a siege of herons a pod of dolphins 5 miles wide a lotus seed lost in the low tide eel grass sprouts again somewhere unseen on the far side of the sea