Monday, March 24, 2014

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Yesterday's Window

spent the day

away

staring through

yesterday's window,

eyes closed


#tanka #5lines

Shared Songs

so our words

could travel free,

we shared the songs

that cut our tongues

in our bladed youth


#tanka #5lines

Crow Struts

a crow struts

in the field

of corn stubs

& wind gusts,

purposeless


#tanka #5lines

Her Debut

her debut

appearance

in an alley

of dream city

was lightly promoted


#tanka #5lines

Overlooked

overlooked

fed up

she stands up -

her voice

carries far


#tanka #5lines

Scraps

what remains

of him -

scraps

the years

left behind


#tanka #5lines

Elvis And I

Elvis and I

in  a tree fort

popping pills

eating Doritos

fast as we can


#tanka #5lines

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Pulling (rev)

Photo courtesy of Photo Pin Creative Commons


Skies drop crystal rain waves,
black sheets of reality overdose

Wiper blades alternate
-slip slap - blur clear -
with my lean forward

Satin rhythm,
wildflowers,
your images draw me home














Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Shared Songs

So our words

could travel free,

we shared the songs

that cut our tongues

in our bladed youth

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Time Has Come Today

The Chambers Brothers thought time had
come today. They had the wrong date. It
was the day before while sleeping off the
previous evening.

Time delivered the Warhol posters to the
dorm rooms on schedule. No one was awake
to receive them, so they sat in the hall waiting.

Time ran out on the day, horrified by the
hours it had to fill. Success could never be
counted that easily without a second hand.

An audience of tie-dyed t-shirts sat in their
seats, waiting for the Chambers Brothers to
be delivered. They were late again.

The mushrooms put a time limit on how long
they would entertain the brothers, locked tight
in their chamber.

You have a face I’ve seen before, said Time.
Fine, but don’t clock me like that, said the Watch.
I have two hands, you know.

The Chambers Brothers wrote a verse to kill
Time while they waited for it to arrive. One of
them sent out for rooms service.

Minute by minute, the countdown was irrelevant.
Time was going to be late and everyone knew it.
Only the psychedelic posters seemed amused.

They locked Time in a room to prove they were
right, down to the second. Brother One’s doubts
grew by the minute as he watched shadows grow.


Time was psychedelicized and lost its way,
pausing for thoughts at a time. Leary found it
wandering and brought it home for evaluation.


Some times, often on Sunday afternoons, I'll watch or listen to a song on YouTube or my playlist with the intention of creatively writing my response to the song. This series was obviously inspired by The Chambers Brothers "Time Has Come Today." Mostly, I amuse myself with these ramblings. Perhaps you will be amused - or full of pity for the author of these random wanderings.
~ Eusebeia Philos