By Reed Turchi
On set break he sips
a long island iced tea
& tells me the house kit
sounds like shit & that
the last time…
a long island iced tea
& tells me the house kit
sounds like shit & that
the last time…
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- By Dean BrowneBrian, I’m still calling you Brian,
it’s raining and Sunday where you gig
now, or it isn’t. I can only… - By Kim Oki
Sonorous music for voice— I hear
a short but elegiac,
pained
melody— for long discarded
dreams of a simple… - By Kim Ok울려 나오는 악성의
느리고도 짧은
애닯은 곡조에
나의 사라진 옛 꿈은
그윽하게 살아
내 가슴 아파라.
설움 가득한 악성의
빠르고도 더딘
애닯은 곡조에
뒤숭숭한 그 생각은
고요하… - By Jim Corythis messenger in quicksilver cape
sneaks past speakerbanks the band in mid-tune
his carefully coiffed… - By Jim CoryWhat god does he
pray to, swaying
like that, muttering
orange chords
at the clouds
drifting by
inside his … - By Dan Beachy-QuickI created more loss where I meant to make less.
Created more debt where I meant to make depth.
Created… - By Carole Boston WeatherfordIt was written in the stars:
A child is born.
From that moment on,
I only had eyes for you.
What a … - By Jayne CortezTell me about the good things
you clappin & laughin
Will you remember
or will you forget
Forget about… - By George KalamarasEven the earth dies sometimes
when it is most alive.
Walter Bishop Jr. slaying the keys,
Harold Vick… - By Nicolás GuillénFueron a cazar guitarras,
bajo la luna llena.
Y trajeron ésta,
pálida, fina, esbelta,
ojos de inagotable… - By Nicolás GuillénThey went out hunting for guitars,
underneath the full moon.
And they brought back her:
pale, fine, lithe… - By Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,
Some type of supernatural creature.
My mother would tell… - By Kinsale DrakeGramophones were weapons, swallowing
the dying songs—
voices
are still muted
in the dust bowl
of those… - By Pat MoraBuenos dias and hasta lue$o in boardrooms and strategy sessions, Where are your grateful holiday smiles…
- By Michael FrazierI ain’t off-key. I just stepped out the key
so when I return,
you can understand the key a little bit… - By Michael FrazierJust cause he’s your blood
you can’t expect him to stay.
The wet red of men will abandon a body
if … - By Stella Wongthis is some decomposed music. this
is some double. o great
and terrible pressing! submerged
in the… - By Salima RiveraVibrant and throbbing
the beat of his drums
parrots the rhythm
of his vibrating heart.
The sheen of … - By Frank Marshall DavisWho named him Yard Bird?
He was a homing pigeon
With no home to fly to
Sky unlimited
Route uncharted…