Gone, I say and walk from church,
refusing the stiff procession to the grave,
letting the dead ride alone in the hearse.
It is June. I am tired of being brave.
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Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
It is June. I am tired of being brave.
Gone, I say and walk from church,
refusing the stiff procession to the grave,
letting the dead ride alone in the hearse.
It is June. I am tired of being brave.
Ode To Star Market (2002)
This was a poem that I wrote in 2002 about the insanity that is the Porter Square shopping center parking lot. It's chaos all the time. The poem, such as it is (I'm no poet) had an original title of Ode to Star Market (How I Did Not Get Sushi Last Night And Made This Up In The Car On The Way Home). Ode To Porter Square Star Market Star sells sushi a la carte, that's why I'm bound to go there Otherwise I stay away from Supermarket Ni…
Music Makers and Dreamers of Dreams
When I was 24 years old, I found it necessary to retract and re-submit my * theory about musicians and just what the hell is their deal anyway. This happened all in my head, in the high seats at Foxboro Stadium at approximately 8 o’clock on May 20, 1994. My theory? Please note, I was a wee bit baked, and Pink Floyd, on the Boston stop of the Division Bell tour, had just opened with Astronomy Domine, from their tragically underrated 1966 album Pi…
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