A Notebook – Since 2007
On the radio
in the car
road noise
mix of blur
a shout
in the street
turn it up
turn it down
turn it off.
Try to wait
what’s up?
what’s down?
what’s goin’ round?
in the groove
groovy.
Caught inside
rough ride
in the tube
let it play
on the radio.
Live at 5
Small Wave Riders
on the radio
in the curl
watch that fin
at the drive-in
on the inside
looking out
of the radio.
There Imago was
Crashed flat out
face to the sky on a hill
of sun shredded grass,
Patches of smoke
pausing like elephants
big ears open to the wild fyrs furling.
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She wrote:
“another hot day
I love the blues
but we need some rain
the trees all stressed
took a long walk
found a park
on a hill full with dry grass
I stretched out and fell
asleep
I don’t know for how long
maybe just a moment or so
but when I awoke
there he was
sitting on a park bench
across the way
writing something
in his pocket notebook
‘what is it?’ I asked
‘ants in the grass,’
he sd.
‘What do you want
to do for dinner?’
I asked him.
‘Pesto braised
free range
chicken,’ he sd,
as if.
‘I’ve some hamburger
helper on the shelf,
I think,’ I sd.
‘We can eat it
without the hamburger
again’
‘Have you heard
the new Elvis song?’
‘I like Elvis’s early stuff,
when you could still hear
the instruments, a guitar,
a riff or two.’
‘I don’t know
where I’d be
without my radio
what I’d do.’
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The Coming of the Toads 