one hundred and fifty degrees: ‘a winning combination…’
A Perfect Hand ~ David Byrne & Fatboy Slim Down, the rabbit hole. Again. Dealing table, groans. Beneath, such weighty odds. Risk, trips. Us, through. A looking, glass. Blood drums, … Continue reading
one hundred and forty nine degrees: ‘on my mind…’
Thinking Of You ~ Pete Yorn Wisp, of cloud. Angelic, wing. Like, light’s. Magician. Pulls, from the blue. His quaint, prestige. And leaves. Me, wondering. For the fifty-seven thousandth … Continue reading
one hundred and forty eight degrees: ‘watching the sun rush by…’
Sweet Memory ~ Tindersticks Wings, tattooed. In words. Fingers trace, in symbolic. Flight. A mirror, magic. Reflected fire, bright eyes. Luminescent, mind. Time, smiles. As it, dissolves. Between, us. Like … Continue reading
one hundred and forty seven degrees: ‘turning back for one last look…’
Songbook / The Sound Of Us Playing Together ~ Woodpigeon Daily we, negotiate. Shared, space. With, blood drums. Beating. Three tame, one wild. And me. Courting, patience. Lesson, in herding. … Continue reading
one hundred and forty six degrees: ‘I’ll wait for you…’
I Go to the Barn Because I Like The ~ Band of Horses Fresh, from flight. Wings, a fire. Dissolve, in water. Waves, of us. Oscillating. Steam, cools. Still point, … Continue reading
one hundred and forty five degrees: ‘the intensity…’
Danger Zone (from Top Gun) ~ Kenny Loggins Eyes, of fire. Blood drum, furnace. Heat, rises. Through muscle, and skin. Touch, to banish. Ghosts. Command the undead, die. Push,to terminal. … Continue reading
one hundred and forty four degrees: ‘with an openness…’
Everything Will Flow ~ Suede Light, like water. Endless, embrace. Linking, everything. To everything, else. Tributaries. Of one, eternal sea. Loving tide, that pulls. You, to me. * Life is … Continue reading
one hundred and forty three degrees: ‘to risk…’
Open ~ The Waterboys A hundred, years. Of poetry. Rest between, two. Blank, books. Patiently, wait. Closed. Twin blooddrums, beating. For fingers, weaving. Four feet, dancing. In, time. A bud, … Continue reading
one hundred and forty two degrees: ‘takes one to know one…’
It Tango ~ Laurie Andersen Dark clouds, hang. Noose, sky. Veil, of mist. Heavy, precipitation. The colour, of bruising. Exes, scratch. And claw. Trying, to get back. In. A door, … Continue reading
one hundred and forty one degrees: ‘at the edge of the sky…’
Great Heart ~ Johnny Clegg and Savuka How do I, explain. What I know, without knowing. This kismet, you. Inscribed, in my heart. By tiny, stars. It is written. I … Continue reading
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