Before I get going on where I'm off and away to .. never was much for a blog thingie. Kind of scared me putting down stuff that might be too personally dangerous/revealing/whatever. Worry about losing control but .. here goes ...
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There it is
that beautiful sound coming from where
the bunkhouse or beyond
I've gotta find the source
it's rumbling down the hill and into my brain
Music which isn't pop rock jazz or jive
but alive with orchestra strains and strings
an almost living thing
am I still crazy?
I thought I was cured by a kid who needed me sane
but there it is again and again I'm scared of it.
I thought I was past losing my way
and was totally okay.
Off to the bunkhouse
looking for a radio tearing through the cots
for what should be forgotten and happily lost
cause the cost is too dear
and belongs to past years
when I was young and crazy and not twenty
and in control
the music rolls down the hill
and into the boom and under the salt water skim
to curl up in the whirl pools of Blind Channel
where the weather is fine
and my child's asleep
far from the madness known as his mother.
"Tigers bloom where there's oodles of room." Zodiac Zoo