In the country of unfinished dreams there’s one that still skips like a wreck there’s one that still skips like a record you left in the sun. In the country of unfinished dreams there’s one that still skips like a little girl playing in the summer Saturday sun. In the country of unfinished dreams there’s one that still skips like a rock on the river there’s one that still skips like a stone on still water and it sinks down into the mouth of a monster and you wake up in terror and you wake up and wonder well maybe […]
Journal
The only song
The surface of the world hums and throbs with songs. A stoned neighbor’s 70’s-radio playlist. A restaurant kitchen’s thrashy closing jams. A mother’s lullaby and a father’s lullaby. An opera singer’s audition. Dungeon industrial tracks. The call to prayer. The tipsy empire of karaoke. A nervous adolescent’s talent-show premiere. A crackling crooner from a digitized 78, uploaded. A paved-urban-playground song. A smores-smudged camp sing-along. A sneering, snappy set opener at the club. A busker’s folksified pop cover. Ecstatic humming and wailing in a village ritual. The junior college musical production. Dharma-chanting in the zendo. Ironic anti-songs at the new music […]