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When The Music Stops

when the music stops…
last note from the last song fades into the background
the album’s spin is through…

that’s when you hear the sound
of an echo turning blue

then you feel the freeze
colder than the arctic

silence

a lead-footed frost nips at your ears
’cause there’s no sound
to muffle the splashing of your tears

Josephine II

under a pale streetlight

not getting any older
frayed strap around my shoulders

strumming a jig to no one in particular

the beatniks and the part-time rejects come to stay
to watch the wonder on display
of a wild jester at play

grooving to a funky tune

notes whisper sweet as crème brûlée

words are seldom heard

lost in the sound typhoon

whisper: Soon…soon…

butterflies in hearts flapping fast & swooned

under a pale streetlight

no streetlight in particular

Source: Josephine II

Boasts From A ‘Never-Was’

“I’ll tell you again
I don’t follow trends
They just follow me
Flattery can go from moral lucidity
to a drag, intellectual flaccidity
It may take some time but soon you’ll see
Something this good shouldn’t come for free

Invisible I am because no one can handle
Flair crackling like a roman candle
To be overlooked would be a scandal
Continuing to panhandle
for recognition would be like a sandal
lost in the Red Sea
after a flash of magic
parting into 2, a mystic ramble
If that what it takes for y’all to see
I’ll change the name to protect the guilty
But there will never be another like Me.”

“I’ll tell you again
I don’t follow trends
They just follow me
Flattery can go from moral lucidity
to a drag, intellectual flaccidity
It may take some time but soon you’ll see
Something this good shouldn’t come for free

Invisible I am because no one can handle
Flair crackling like a roman candle
To be overlooked would be a scandal
Continuing to panhandle
for recognition would be like a sandal
lost in the Red Sea
after a flash of magic
parting into 2, a mystic ramble
If that what it takes for y’all to see
I’ll change the name to protect the guilty
But there will never be another like Me.”

Source: Boasts From A ‘Never-Was’

Love Seed

There are days where I don’t particularly feel anything
More days than I care to even fathom
Days where any sensation seems to pass over me with no bearing
As if I were merely a phantom

Drifting along in space without a suit, no oxygen to breathe
You’d think that would be cause for alarm
Perhaps it would
If it weren’t one of those days

More days than I care to fathom
Makes me wonder if Time is actually passing at all
Is it like smoke?
Does the inside of Pandora’s box simply not care
or is the punchline missing from this big cosmic joke?

Still…

These days are not everyday
at least I’ll tell myself that while I continue to be
& squeeze my eyes until they’re ready to bleed

letting the tears water my Love Seed