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For cassia on her birthday

FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
edited April 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Apple blossom birthday afternoon,
wake gem electric shudderings of song
where hedgerow honeybuzzing lovebees croon
bright greengown April maygames, sunnylong
on banks of daisy yellow: gentle day,
make birthday garden songs, sing songs, make play.
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  • dyaogirldyaogirl Posts: 138
    Cocoons spinning forever affection
    wrapped in birth-moment gatherings
    pulse-light faceted eyes emanate
    cherub-glee celebrations.

    Our Buddha’s arrived! and she brakes
    all boundaries beyond beautiful. Oh!
    little one in autumn-leaf word pile
    bathed in gold-orange magnificence
    bows to take her tea
    with one wilderness ripened berry
    a grape and slice of lime. Comforts in copper crème
    brunt to a perfection of life lived in love.

    Sunday streams in, forever happy birthdays.
    '..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots

  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    Attendent celebrations,
    Decorations all about,
    Lift the spirit, if your spirit is free.

    Happy naked day to Cassia,
    I bump this thread for you,
    Love flows from happy Pearl Jam Fans..

    Happiness, as always, from us ALL :)
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    here's a birthday song from john darnielle, new tMG album today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    This Year

    I broke free on a saturday morning.
    I put the pedal to the floor.
    Haded north on Mills Avenue,
    and listened to the engine roar.

    My broken house behind me and good things ahead.
    A girl named Kathy wants a little of my time.
    Six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking,
    haha! listen to the engine rhyme:
    I am gonna make it,
    through this year
    if it kills me
    I am gonna make it
    through this year
    if it kills me

    I played video games in a drunken haze.
    I was 17 years young.
    Hurt my knuckles punching the machines,
    the taste of scotch rich on my tongue.

    And then Kathy showed up and we hung out
    Trading swigs from the bottle--
    all bitter and clean--
    locking eyes, holding hands
    twin high-maintenance machines

    I am gonna make it
    through this year
    if it kills me
    I am gonna make it
    through this year
    if it kills me

    I drove home in the California dusk
    I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum
    pictured the look on my stepfather's face
    ready for the bad things to come

    I downshifted as I pulled into the driveway.
    The motor screaming out, stuck in second gear.
    The scene ends as badly as you might imagine,
    in a cavalcade of anger and fear.

    There will be feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year

    I am gonna make it
    through this year
    if it kills me
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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