20 Inch Gong

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I chase light and hound it for a nickel

I beat the drum of death

and in one merciless breath

nothing but the music stands, undressed

The pitch of time is a quarter note flat

And the quarter slot just takes pennies

When the pink sky sets over my town

I'll let the spirit take the light, but leave the sound

The sound of fortress walls vibrating

held together by patience, love, and time keeping

Crying in morning's shadow

Leftover love for the dreaming heart's howl

And when death rings, I hope its a 20 inch gong

for when we're gone, I want the aftertaste in song

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Madness is a Fully Instrumented Score

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The somber last track on the jazz album

Somber like the house by the highway

And the candy corn on the dash is from last halloween

Discord creates some rare harmonies

In transit we know earth's blessings

Fractal light shines upon the country steeple

My car's barnacle coated exhaust


While I imagine knowing people

A settlement in the holy land

Legal muster a divine right

Pain powered before fright sours

and curdles overnight

The dream moon rises

and heart music swells again

By the infinite lake, I hear winter wind scrape

A ghostly trumpet

upon the shore

The reservoir hums

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David's Death

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David's death binds the nest

A chalice, chainmail, and treasure chest

Who wears the words to deflect a nature we wouldn't have asked for

When they fell, you left them on the kitchen floor

The wrinkled grape beneath the freezer door

The mezuzah unwound from its scroll

Menthol mountains pierce the clouds that hang around

Analogize the elevation to the touching down

Landing in a country field

The thickest part of the grain produces the best emotional yield

A lemon, a lime, a pinch of salt

Time can’t escape the writers vault

Mausoleums to hold the righteous’ breath

I had holstered the words until now, your death

When he told us our souls had turned strange

I bounced to the beat, eagerly awaiting the next refrain

The world's a pocket protector with pen ink stains

I miss our time together David, you have my father's name

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