Tagged: music

springs’ sleigh bells

springs’ sleigh bells
have sprung
jingling
in the wind’s expert
grip, leaning
towards that
full symphony
.
20180414:2001
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we were in the car,

we were in the car,
listening to The Cranberries,
like every third or
twenty-third newly and
nearly newly coupled,
lovestruck or not yet
requited, waiting
to grow older
while sitting
in the parking
lot of the universe –
Dolores felt like forever
.
20180116:0017
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in the village on

in the village on
macdougal, we found love for
falafel for the

first time, music students on
a budget, pacing ourselves
.
20171118:2015
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twenty years later,

twenty years later,
we are revisiting Morton
Subotnick’s Silver
Apples of the Moon
on a
full Beaver Moon – who knew
we’d be still this geeky
.
20171103:2318
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please play some music

take any nocturne

take any nocturne
into that darkness with you –
opus whatever,
number whenever –
and slowly,
dial it up
until someone
counters, or the sky
arpeggios, whichever
comes first
.
20171013:0815
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once in awhile, here