until the mindless hours of night,
flout cellos strain the tunes
rustle of handmade dresses and voiceless chatter,
of dried glands spoiled in milk, guild
the finger painted echo of her
I listen to paper dolls toss and turn
in her shoe box below the stairs.
A cradle rocks
in my broken stagger’s shadow,
under her coronet crescent moon.
Nothing, nothing else
I got Lost but I’m back
With a street dream of that house
A lesson floats in that ashtray.
In that heart
On that corkscrew note
They love each other when the weather ain’t so gray.
I stayed home, runny nose to my toes, bandana over my mouth,
counted the door dash twenty-somethings deliver pizza,
could smell the garlic bread from across the way, uncovered for a breath
like coming up for water, or jousting with a drag off some worldly monument, holding it as a cigar, the Statue of Liberty, or The Moai, one of nine-hundred, and his oversized head, so much for this inhale, what’d gag and crumble almost everyone…
In balance of history, looking back isn’t too kind. Moving forward and living now is all. Now, when the tenth page turns near, lost in pandemonium inside this abandoned town, I ride this bicycle steed to the next city.
Yes, this is nothing anyone has seen. It’s mass confusion in some corners; it’s hibernated praying in many rooms, all corners built to prove we’re staying clean and uninfected. I hope everyone stays safe and calm, don’t let cabin fever get to you, and stay sober if you’re working on that. If I can make it through a pandemic without drink, we can make it through anything, my dear. Keep love in your heart for those suffering, strength in your tears for those who continue to care for us out there in the deep where parties used to end…
High Time - Jerome J. Garcia / Robert C. Hunter You told me goodbye, how was I to know You didn't mean goodbye, you meant please don't let me go? I was having a high time, living the good life, well I know The wheels are muddy, got a ton of hay, Now listen here, Baby, 'cause I mean what I say. I'm having a hard time, living the good life, well I know. I was losing time, I had nothing to do, No one to fight, I came to you. Wheels broke down, leader won't draw, The line is busted, the last one I saw. Tomorrow come trouble, tomorrow come pain, Now don't think too hard Baby, 'cause I know what I'm saying. I could show you a high time, living the good life, don't be that way. Nothing's for certain, it could always go wrong, Come in when it's raining, go on out when it's gone. We could have us a high time, living the good life, well I know.