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Showing posts with label writings. Show all posts

16 January 2012

Hol'd


Hol'd
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Holes in my coffee 
Holes in my stew
Holes cover the walls and under my shoes

Holes in my socks
Holes in my fur
Holes weave like She can, but not like Her 

Holes help the rats and
they even help the bats
Holes won't discriminate; don't need to be flat 

Holes near the lake
Holes by the pond
Holes cover the trees that stretch out beyond

Holes in my toothbrush
Holes in my comb
Holes in the construction site behind my home

Holes are wide and
Holes are much wider
Holes can sink a ship even though they're lighter

Holes can dream
Holes can sing
Holes can deliver what's never been

Holes will be holes and
holes will be Holes
Holes can be anything but they'll never be whole

Holes are expensive
Holes are not free
Holes bring to dinner what the judge can't see

Holes can jump
Holes can play dead
Holes don't help the cold 'round my bed

Holes are hard workers
Holes are for hire
Holes can fulfill your every desire

Holes gamble your money
Holes win it back
They'll steal yr woman when you turn your back

Holes can have eyes and
Holes can have ears
Holes can create the evidence; put you away for years

Holes read novels
Holes read journals
Holes make the stuff that the priests call eternal

Holes in my hair
even Holes in my chair
there's Holes in my family, they're everywhere!

-Terrapin Jess




10 December 2010

Prelude

Black sheet covering the skylights
Someone's been painting; or is about to paint
I've been wading in the knee deep collaborations
Trying not to swim while not trying to try
Cool Hand Luke with one finger
This is my brush stroke
While I need more colors, I need not search
Theoretically, the color should already be with the ancients
In the grave not taken to
I've cleaned my brush in the conscious one too many
It's a sink hole up there
It's a headache the size of a roof and missing ivory
There's a song about it and Neil Young once wrote that it was the most beautiful love song ever written
When I get my color, I'll paint myself a horse and buggy and rescue all the warm from the cold (or maybe it's the cold from the warm?)(maybe my horse and buggy will be a herse) and we can uncover those skylights once and for all.