A riff, iconic
SoCal boy band new and young
Time has disappeared
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1979
sight to site
twine of the velvet
fixed in virtual light
sup from the nectar given
flutter from sight to site
two of the four given
stone of a legend, living
in hope of ancient
times yet to come
twice in a morn
the sun, risen
high beyond the cusp
of a world unwitnessed
unbroken: written.
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always, only
like rivulets of silk
darkly smooth in
mellow sweetness
the soul of a melody
is lodged deep down
your heart and spine
right in the marrow bone
and you wonder for three seconds:
why fear?
for in the depth
there is a height so vast
so far
you’re the prophet
with the chariots of fire
the dark lady worshiped
with lute and lyre
the throned god ruling
the liquid gyre
all those pasts layed to rest
calling quietly
to be remembered, known
aspired
so yes,
this is the moment
this is the time, there is no other
there is always, only
now
now
now
.
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privacy
 
such a thing
lean back in the light
hold tight
echoes known
growing
flickers of sight
flashing sharp
specks of touch
glowing
hints wafting to quizzical noses
a taste on the tip of a tongue
showing everything all at once
like music
the sound of words
sun-sudden, hot, warming
*
high, low
a timbre falling
in sunlight singing
raindrops swell, peak, explode
together, they say
together you must
but in the loud quiet: a country
soft borders shown
drawn black against light
held tight, invisible
knowing
it’s all your own
.
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wild at heart
plugs in, player on
here I am, hearing a song
that sounds innocent
but would be rated R
celebrating consumption
of substances that have
no legal function
as it so sleekly does
and yet it’s not the lyrics
not the text itself, not what is sung
but the beat
the bass,
the melody
that brings me back
way back
back to those days when
we used to party hard
dance and sweat and dance some more
lights flashing
beats pumping
amps crackling
volume sky high
you heard the beat with your body
and felt the music with your heart
…
there was nothing but the music
coz rhythm was a dancer
and you had to let the music
push the feeling on
and those were just the popular ones
but we went deep down
into the sheds, the areas, the hidden bunkers
where the world was dark and light
filled with sick beats
intercepted with unbelievable strains
of perfect melodies
oh that drive
that drive to celebrate life
that’s what it does
this song that’s great
and kind o’ just wrong
it takes me back to that time
when you and me and all the others
danced in the dark
until we had to stop
we were simply exhausted
and so walked out
mildly shocked
to see the sun was out
and those other people
were actually living their lives
being offensively boring adults.
A sigh and a smile to that freedom
I can’t even describe
the joy, the exuberance
of celebrating that one thing
that would never stay forever
loving every second under the sun
needing nothing more than great music
to love our young lives
we were so achingly wild at heart.
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