Alphabetical Recommendations: Music (I)

Aphex Twin
Black Moth Super Rainbow
Can
Deerhoof
Erase Errata
Frightened Rabbit
Grinderman
Heartless Bastards
Iggy Pop
Joy Division
Kinski
Liars
Morrissey
New Order
Oneida
Parquet Courts
Quasi
Radiohead
Spiritualized
Thee Oh Sees
Uilab
Vaselines
Wolf Parade
Xiu xiu
Yo La Tengo
Zeena Parkins

Now there are years

Upon our first meeting

The glances were stolen

Quick and furtively

Because our images

Were like that of the sun:

Overwhelming warmth and blindness,

Too much and not enough.

Time wears on and passions transform

But now there are years

In a wink, nod, brush of the hand:

A renewal in every exchange.

Flashing grins transcend intimacy,

Lips on skin trace eternity,

And peeling paint and cracked concrete

And cat’s fur and flower petals

And crocheted blankets and antique lamps

Continually sing synchronicity.

I Love You

Can’t

Should

Did

Again, again, and again.

Drug prayer

Angel hair

Coming down the stairs.

Solitude

Sanctuary

Can’t escape myself.

Attitude

Alienate

Gimme mental health.

Glass heart alibi

Cat purr lullaby

Truck stop butterfly

Again, again and again.

Donny's Lament

Time to get my goddamn shit together.

Shit's gonna hit the fan.

I'm late for my growing season.

Gotta get off the grid, man.

I don't need no piece of paper to say I can drive.

Like hell I'm giving that truck away...

It's gonna be my home!

I can't stand this shit:

Cutting grass, paying the hydro bill, Wheel of Fortune, cupcakes

Fuck.

Suburban Spring

cats in windows
dogs inside of houses barking
curtains drawn and hanging neatly

distant roars of lawnmowers
aromas of freshly cut grass and grilling meat
the urgent joys of playing children on the wind

square patches of green
brilliantly coloured flowers in pots
miniature trees, ornamental grass, concrete animals

a swish of a car like a soft wave
the zippy whir of a floating bicycle
perfunctory nods of passer-bys

sunlit leaves sparkle and rustle gently
cars sit with sad purpose in driveways
spider web cracks split ashphalt

lawn chairs wait empty on porches
sprinklers flit endlessly
lines of siding, mortar, and shingles mark infinity

as I continue to look 
for the phantom cluck of a single bird
beckoning, warm, and lost.

Perspective

Most of the time

a gentle washing

is all one needs

to cleanse and

make float away

all the nastiness

of the day.

Myths

You really can't say that myths aren't true

Because they are most likely the truest of all things

Ancient narratives that pulse through your mind and tongue

An almost animal understanding always already there.