Archive for July, 2012

strong

Posted: 07/31/2012 in house of blues, house of crazy

bright hard sun

make the river lay low, so low…

things I done

make the angels say, no, girl, no…

lie, girl, lie

til the truth sound wrong so wrong…

thought i’d die

but the devil is wicked strong.

cold white moon

make the river toss to and fro…

can’t stay here

when the tempter says go, girl, go…

don’t follow me

and never more sing this song…

wish i’d die

but the devil is wicked strong.

 

 

 

flood of words

Posted: 07/25/2012 in house of women

in the beginning was the word,

then god made kathy jo down to the washeteria.

she go on and on

while wavin her hands and pullin at a bra strap.

run girls, it’s a deluge.

 

 

devilish

Posted: 07/21/2012 in house of blues, house of love

it’s devilish,

the way you do–

the way you tell me i’m your own

just as if it were really true;

then you kiss me and head back home–

devil, you love me and love me so

wickedly and

conveniently.

just before the show,

the boys from the truck

said, coal check out our

electric duck.

the duck done died,

so they shocked its heart

and damned if it didn’t quack

a fine f sharp.

one-eyed layer leaves thirteen eggs,

wolf in the dooryard bows and begs.

moon goes green

sun goes hazy

owl goes blind and ants go lazy.

bowlful of hail on the breakfast table,

ghost on a noose rope out in the stable.

kiss me now

when your man’s in the field

tart wet taste where the apple’s been peeled.

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for Mary’s Mixed Bag “13”

the unmarked road

Posted: 07/09/2012 in house of change

try to follow the good sweet way–

fill my world with love and light;

i try to follow the bright sweet way–

fill the world with love and light;

but when the crow calls and the pine trees sway,

i drop my shoes and run–

run hard for the unmarked road

winding through the night.

.

mama say, girl, calm your hungry heart

keep your hand far from the flame–

mama say, honey, watch your hungry heart

and keep your hand far from the flame–

but when your touch sends me up like dry grass in july,

i pick up my skirts and run–

run hard for the unmarked road

lit red by fire in the night.

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Lilah

Posted: 07/01/2012 in house of crazy, house of strangers

lilah come down

from where the chokecherries grow–

she slip low and quiet like the moon near dawn.

lilah don’t speak

from the runner boys’ trap–

roped her to a barrow wheel most of a week.

ain’t no teacher, ain’t no doctor,

ain’t no pastor put her right–

she sleep with the dogs

and the dogs don’t bite.

lilah come down

from where the chokecherries grow–

she only lift her face when the north wind blow.

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for Poetry Jam “mood swings”