Archive for February, 2012

bring me all of your dreams,

you dreamer,

i will hold them tender in rough hands.

dream sweet, sweetheart,

my bed is old but knows how to give,

and here your dreams will rest easy.

bring me all of your dreams,

you dreamer,

bring me the best one before you forget.

the windows are frosted,

but my quilts are warm…

lay your dreams and your body safe in my arms,

and then, my sweet baby,

dream on, dream on.

_______

for Mary’s Mixed Bag at Real Toads. Mary asked us to take two lines from someone else’s poem and then to riff on it. I’ve chosen Langston Hughes’ poem “The Dream Keeper.” These links will open in a new window.

 

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missin’

Posted: 02/19/2012 in house of crazy, house of love

when i usedta whip those ashtrays atcha,

they was clean ashtrays,

and i missed.

how you miss the signs like that, baby?

how you miss the signals that i sent?

oh i miss ya more

than havin that old rib place right next door.

we usedta say

you go

no

you go

no

oh, them days we was always hungry,

weren’t we baby?

how you miss the signs like that, baby?

how you miss the signals that i sent?

i loved ya like

i loved havin the rent on time

like i was like to lose my mind.

you ever miss me like that, baby?

you ever miss

me pitchin shit atcha?

then kissin ya like that, and

sayin “i missed ya, daddy cat.”

you ever miss that?

like i miss you?

i miss it, sugar.

you miss it, too.

encore

Posted: 02/04/2012 in house of music

when i dream, i dream with music.

sometimes i wake up, mornings,

with it ringing in my ears,

like i just walked off stage.