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Sonny's Cadence
06:15
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Had you ever met Ms. Carolyn?
They buried her at Hart Island.
She said all things come to pass
when I'd seen her last.
Had you seen the kids out on the lawn?
Playing frisbee when the weather was warm
and how Sheila tied her hair
from that December air.
But now that's Sonny's set aside
never you mind, never you mind.
Do you remember that old fig tree?
the one the landlord had cut down last spring.
She put the bread out for the birds
but the squirrels got it first.
But now that's Sonny's set aside
never you mind, never you mind.
There are waffles in the morning on the porch out back
while Sheila's reading and reclining so quietly
she looks up for a second when she catches the neighbor boy
holding up his shirt with his chin so he can pee
on the grass like an angel in a granite water fountain
that you dip your hands into to wash your face
and to cleanse your clogging pores with some alternate agent
and for something to lift you other than the NJ Transit.
Cause now that Sonny's set aside,
never you mind, never you mind.
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There's the truck shadow thrown on the running wheat that's raised like surrendering arms from the concrete and cars as they're asking and wrapping around Ma Barker's waist for her children to always be loved and to be accepted.
Dad lifts his coffee to his lips, lifts the blinds to let in the city view, lifted me up in his arms as Jacey faces the pool hall. Oh what I do with pretending when she raises her drawl like a woodwind. Dad, I don't want to look but I still do when she vibrating to be noticed.
Ma move the heads away from your lap
Tell them to find their own way from Cicero.
We had just got done sword fighting when the fireworks went up just down the street from my house as Jamey went to steal some candy from the seven eleven. He said, "Don't worry I'll be quick, I've done this before and I won't even be noticed"
Vincent Brown was born again and ordered a set of DVDs to look for natural remedies and gets letter from the herbalist who said to him "There's no use in pretending, there's something that wants you to feel this way, something that wants you to go this way. I can't explain it and it wouldn't help it anyway."
Ma move the heads away from your lap
Tell them to find their own way from Cicero.
There's something that wants you to feel this way
a reason why we act like this.
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There's nothing to love
in this rice spring
collected something warm
like friends.
Sail glooms are none
your desire
rests like sailors
in their bunks
have beaten you
lips supply me
man-made keeping
supply it flowing out.
Are brute bullets
in your back?
Because there is
in this rice spring.
-Joseph Ceravalo
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Charlie
09:01
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There's something of a wind felt in Charlie's head, the expected kind, thin of October, the breath to which he was born. Charlie ain't at all surprised, not by the crush he finds, or the carrots they share. He sees the criminals flinching forms across the yard and around the shelves in the garage. Charlie sees his crush kicking a tree stump, its last fraction of life. Charlie's grown just a fraction and he knows he can keep count of everything he doesn't believe in infinity or hear the neighbors wind chimes, he just responds.
Hear the bagpipes from outside the home
Hear the church organ from the park
Charlie was a name from the old lady's lips
Charlie was a name to be sung
I'd never have guessed that I could forget how he kissed a rock with brand new thoughts that sent his blood rippling like a bed sheet. The criminals were sharpening their Japanese blades in the old garage where his crush had warned had been the stage of the death of an old tenant. Her name was Julianne and from what I understand she sold jewelry in the market square.
Hear the neighbors of respective lawns
Hear the myth each parent spoke
Charlie heard them pass from the young lady's lips
Charlie was a name to be sung
When the snow was falling and was settling high- with eager and quotas that pile on protectors and providers of families who are restless by ages cannoned in the halls of museums of galleries- Julianne Crowster went out to shovel the driveway, she felt a pain and she grabbed her chest and she fell like a flake, without expectation to the high, heavy piles that were growing restless 'til completely hidden like a first notion, searched for in the halls of museums and ages does the snow start to melt, the flakes returning, revealing Julianne, preserved and laying.
How come I can't hear her?
Why can't I discern those telling lips?-
The pair I only once heard sing
How am I supposed to believe them if
the snow that covers Julianne
falls steadily like it's routine?
Hear the crackling of the melting snow.
Hear the breath that made the lips part.
Charlie was a name from the old lady's lips
Charlie was a name to be sung.
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