mystic mountain
Year of the Dog
I sit in lamp of low light moon
inside this sideways snow
blowing cold and old
and much too long and strong for March
smoking peace pipe with myself
in seek of vision, questing mountain,
coyote companion, trickster avatar,
for the paths below slim and wither
wanting different tread to go
and so it goes
and grows
and hopefully someday
after many many mithers
glows
as each we slide and slither
hither thither
wander ever wider whether
knowing never if the wonder wins
even though the win is in begin.
– Smith, 3.13.2014
Here’s some backside the mirror tarnished brain music I rather like . . . a song about too long winter and too slow spring we recorded yesterday during a March blizzard (8 days away from spring).
Click here to hear Puddin’ Pie . . . Peter Ball music, mix, recording, me word, voice.
Puddin’ Pie
Spring’s a’creepin’ round the cold
Tippin’ tappin’ cicle toes
Snowin’ white on pre-green leaves
Branchin’ bare before belief
Peepin’ creepin’ seekin’ sun
Shinin’ smile on everyone
Flowers burstin’ bloom in bright
Celebratin’ warmth and light
See you soon some warm spring wow
until then please forgive this crap
seems I cannot shut my trap
cuz of then not bein’ now
Heavy clothes slow disappear
Bits of skin show here and there
Flesh emergin’ cold cocoon
Wolves a’howlin’ higher moon
Lake loons leapin’ laughin’ mad
Children playin’ out in glad
Simple rhymes like these leak through
Basic poet doin’ do
See you soon some warm spring wow
until then please forgive this crap
seems I cannot shut my trap
cuz of then not bein’ now
But till then I’ll be so bold
To predict more Cleveland cold
Ice and snow and wind and blow
Cuz you know spring sure comes slow
Leap and love and lick and like
Have to hold on real tight
Till gloom and gray play their pass
Or I can afford to buy some grass
See you soon some warm spring wow
until then would you forgive this crap
seems I cannot shut my trap
cuz of then not bein’ now somehow
– Smith, 3.12.2014
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