Divination Joyride

Now, having lost the instrumental push, I watch you appear as if in a dream craning your billy goat neck to see what wires need to be connected Feeling the way into something different A bobbing apple ticks and waits for Your melodies walked with me up West End Avenue alone at…

I could put my hands over my head like yours, but it wouldn’t be right I can’t steal your coltish thunder and everybody has their own sonic boom anyway, the trouble is no one can hear their own reverberations crack the sky……………………..So …

You can either leave the movie halfway through because you don’t much like it or you can stay put and see what happens that’s how I see it Joan and Mar-eye-uh too Nothing applies but you don the silver dress, toss the coins anyway cast your cards down, build a house of formidable queens felo-de-se kings aces that fly wild…

A half hour before the show started, billowing clouds of smoke began whirling around the stage. It was about 8 PM at the Black Cat in Washington, D.C, and Tamino was about to appear. Already, I felt transported. Doused with the promise of magic, the room quieted in anticipation as…

Everyone has their version of “Hallelujah,” the song it took Leonard Cohen two years to pen, and for me it is John Cale’s. Though I always appreciated Jeff Buckley’s excruciatingly slow, heartfelt version, it never affected me as much as I wanted it to. To be honest, it still doesn’t. …

I saw you jump up and down and dance along to Rhumba de Burros when you got the job. The sky victorious, sunny — the gates of heaven squeaked on their hinges! But your face fell by unspectacular degrees like those drooping roses you kept and spoke to and tried not…

Three, four miles away in your one bedroom apartment in Queens with its peeling walls, the table draped in checkers. Boiling water on the stove, beer in hand, cheeks tomato red You, your large eyes like a doll’s sway a few shoulders. Like Sly but with one cat, not two turtles. Grinning ear…

A fawn shoots from the trees, nervous young blood pumping she looks back and waits for her sister to make the leap The roar of highway trucks comes on like a fission death silence roots down they’ve disappeared into the black ash trees fearful-daring and enviable — for a moment …

I skewered my heart on a baselard and ran it through your car console a silly thing to do but I was in that kind of mood and while the keening went on you blew bubbles and stared out the windshield blood streamed over the sides! phlegmatic as I was…