Monday, July 6, 2009

SPADE COOLEY RIDES AGAIN



WINGS OF AN ANGEL
ASLEEP ON GREEN MOSS
SINGING SMOKEY BLUES
IN A NEON TOILET

HARMONICA WINDOW
WHERE THE NOTES BLOW
SAXOPHONE SINKS
AND DREAMS END

SILVER BLOOD
ON AN ONYX FLOOR
MOVING TO THE RHYTHM
OF COUNT BASIE

STAND UP BASS
IN A SIT DOWN WORLD
NODDING OUT
ON UPPERS

A STREET LIGHT
ON A PINK BOULEVARD
WHERE MOTORCYCLES
ARE CHAIRS

SPADE COOLEY
RIDES AGAIN
AND DAYS
GROW SHORTER

IN THE NEXT ROOM
PIANO RAMBLINGS
OF THE POET
ARE STILL

SILENT NIGHT
ON AN EVIL DAY
LOUD DAY
ON AN EVIL NIGHT

SO EXCEPTIONAL WAS SHE
HER EYELIDS
WERE MADE OF GLASS
AND BECAME SLIPPERS

Bobby Jameson Mar 5, 2009

No comments:

Post a Comment