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The sandpapery candor of Bobby Dylan
Strikes a jejune note all of a sudden
Throw my ticket out the window
Throw my sneakers out there too
Mama said there’d be days like this
When rain pencils the sky
With an air of biological rigor
And visibility is grimly minimized
Tiny puffs of smoke speckle it
The harmonic spectrum is muffled
The tall white dog stands in the road
Shivering and shaking the water off
The scene makes the usefulness
Of an infinite tolerance evident
Too late I see the value of being
Resolute in a new light
Strikes a jejune note all of a sudden
Throw my ticket out the window
Throw my sneakers out there too
Mama said there’d be days like this
When rain pencils the sky
With an air of biological rigor
And visibility is grimly minimized
Tiny puffs of smoke speckle it
The harmonic spectrum is muffled
The tall white dog stands in the road
Shivering and shaking the water off
The scene makes the usefulness
Of an infinite tolerance evident
Too late I see the value of being
Resolute in a new light
Rain falling: photo by Axel Drouin, 2005
Rain falls: photo by Tomasz Sienicki, 2004
Rain drops on a smoke tree leaf: photo by Kris Miller, 2004
2 comments:
Blessed are the
rainy-day women
on the lay away
plan
much better than
death on the
installment
plan
said the artist
who don't look
back
Lie back on my big brass bed
(well, slightly mouldy futon)
and feel the love bites
of the fleas that have departed the cats
for greener pastures
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