(Musical Mash-ups III (the time it takes to change))*

don't trade, don't I don't
if I lose you in the street
break my mind, break it




*with thanks and attributions owed to Life Without Buildings

(this is the sound alive makes)

Truth: I am breaking.
Mid-night: I am re-forming.
Sound of violins.

(it is his birthday he is young and full of promise)

He blows out candles. 
I don't know that dreams come true.
Still we wish, light flames.

(oh absent muse i am sorry for my absence)

Sometimes wells dry up.
Quite often they run again.
It can take a while.

(all that i am is borrowed)

The cat grows hungry.
The cat eats. I fed the cat.
The cat grows bored, leaves.

(rotating)

You did not read them
Illiterate directions
You walked anyway

(creek sunlight water God)

Water bouncing, Green.
Light streamed fluid Heart-fingers.
You crept toward Sun.

("Tell me, Sona," said the Buddha, "when the strings of your lute were too taut, was your lute tuneful and easily playable?") (in two parts)

Certainly not, Lord. 
And when the strings were too loose?
Certainly not, Lord. 


But tell me, Sona,
When born at an even pitch--
Oh God. Such singing.

(Musical Mash-ups II: you were on a stage)*

Swinging your guitar
Around the world they wanted
What you did not owe






*with thanks and attributions owed to Cat Power

(Musical Mashups I: and you see that they're beautiful)*

Birds can fly so high.
"What are you talking about?"
She said. He said, "You."






*with thanks and attributions owed to Kate Nash

("redecorating")

Everything fake.
Empty vase, candles unlit.
A show. Bought. Paid for.

(somewhere between the nascence and the peak)

It is not the edge.
Rather the wind that scares me,
Tearing hands from holds.

(oh holy)

oh music move me
oh move swell burst not-quite burst
oh filled, feeling

(Hanuman (1))

Low son of the wind--
Thinking light a mango, ripe
Eats, and binds the day