Tuesday , 7 July 2020

Augie March

Tasman Awakens

Honey goes candy in the condiment cupboard, Unwax it. unplug it, What you discover in August nights, Like children walled in and papers drawn up for life – That kind of truth you can’t crack with a knife. Smoke from the wood fire, unholy spires, And can you surmise from which well you have drawn you courage, it stings your …

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Believe Me

Believe me Believe me Believe me Believe me Believe me Believe me I came to warn you Believe me I came to warn you I came to warn you Believe me I came to warn you I came to warn you I came to warn you I came to warn you I came to warn you Believe me I came …

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Sunset Studies

You are the queen of a dust bowl, Ex to a crier in a town of ashes, This is what happens when a great love crashes. Tonight you let me see you, For the first time, in a long time, For the first time, in a time Without the fear of going blind, without the fear of going blind… In …

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Men Who Follow Spring The Planet ‘Round

"Well met, well met" said an old true love, "well met, well met" said he, "I have just returned from the salt salt sea, and all for the love of thee." From pole to pole I’ve spread my soul o’er sea to august sea, In body, bankroll and bedded sin, I’ve liked to spread it thin. I saw you in …

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Angels Of The Bowling Green

The children of this cold coast Are throwing themselves off cliffs, We know that they don’t want to But memory insists – Memories of water, Fantasies of fins, So be off baby seal. Swim little fish… Under mackerel sun, you’re unnatural O how, how do they breathe? And whales hear whales When love comes down there, But also from miles …

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Heartbeat and Sails

Scoop my brains and let my heart have action In its thousand million lots, In the dumb city dawn I am senseless and drawn to the sun as the blackbirds and the toppyknots. And in biting down on the great foam world What is the looming thing? Not money, not flesh, not happiness, But this, which makes me sing. O …

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The Offer

This is a song, not like the other ones, secret and selfish and somewhat hollow. In the middle of this song there seemed to grown another Of indeterminate length and origin. To populate a people’s song, first you must do something wrong, If you’ve never been infirm you can never be strong. Prune your rose bushes, Djamila, (Glenn) Or you’ll …

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The Good Gardener (On How He Fell)

Here sits a once good gardener, pale as a shadow of a doubt, Once a happy dweller of a garden good, once a sleepy sinner, once cast out To the sea where the crossy-eyed maids murmur low, "do you see, do you see where the doubts cross his shadow?" Drowned and amoral, I pollinate the coral and reek of the …

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Here Comes The Night

Here comes the night. Roll on you careless evening, When we unite Not a force concurs, Not hell nor heaven, So let it come, let it rain, Let it burn though you and me again In the slums without name, and it isn’t only poverty to blame. Here comes your man. Rolling down the street the callous field, He puts …

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Asleep In Perfection

Over the airwaves tonight, Sailing by a love lonely light, Isn’t it blue, but isn’t it brighter Than the pilot of a domestic flight Well under this low, lonely light I might be still in sight, You were a girl, now you’re a wife Do not these memories stir you From your long and peaceful night’s Sleep in perfection Asleep …

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