The day after it was over, a pale grey sky cast its pall and dripped a slow & steady rain on Inwood & its one and all, cooling, quieting a mind trying to embrace goodbye. To Nereda the Elder Queen, her stoop on Seaman her throne who told me, “Never, never force”. The sign on her front door says “Hope”. To the Fine Fare late night saint. In his Red Sox cap, he double bags most everything: “Bue-nah Noch-ay”, born with a smile nothing’s erased. To the most dear Uncle Tom, true guardian angel walking tall. That I may one … Continue reading Inwood Ode
Sun dial shows a fortnight’s passed, yet onward spills the Gotham dream. “Land ho!” we shouted days ago and, anchored on Edenic coast, left the vessel, trekked ashore where we, gleeful, headed for the summit of which we were told of by our elders long ago that the view was long and light poured straight from yonder heaven’s skies. We reached this mountain, still with time to make our camp at paradise. We are who we are – not yet. (8/6/2017 – Inwood, Manhattan, New York) (See more Everlastin’ Spoof writings at http://www.everlastinspoof.com) Continue reading We Are Who We Are – Not Yet.
When you walk through the garden, you can hold my hand. We’ll see some devils & angels, an ugly pig and a band. Don’t gotta wait all night. Don’t gotta move. It’s come the time to share in a holy groove. Lord, the steps get steeper right at the top. We’re scribing tales of lore. I’ll have my suite on the rocks. We may be trapped in time. I don’t know what to do. Step through the fiery threshold. Share in that holy groove. All the way from New York City to Blackburn Lancashire. We don’t gotta worry, reinforcements almost … Continue reading In a Holy Groove
You climb & climb & climb atop and gain the Garden’s bird’s eye view. Looking down, confirm the rumor: Here, we straddle past & future. Below the land it shifts and shakes. A continent, once whole, then breaks. The ocean’s water separates the mass of earth to little islands of different climes & light horizons. Straits and seas of Titan rising, pushing our ship far from the shore and into the middle of the storm to uncharted waters and fathoms unformed. (Patience) (7/30/2017 – Inwood, Manhattan, New York) (See more Everlastin’ Spoof writings at http://www.everlastinspoof.com) Continue reading Uncharted Waters, Fathoms Unformed
It has long been my dream that the worlds of Prince and Phish collide. I have never been in attendance for a Fishman-crooned “Purple Rain”. I was only 11 years old when the band performed “1999” at Madison Square Garden … Continue reading Master of an Infectious Universe
The boy was laying on the lawn, just like he does each eve. Then crawling through the fresh-cut grass our lawn boy finds a key. Looks around and calls her name, his mother he can’t see. Then on the outskirts of the yard, he sees an open door. Crossing to it slowly through the dew, he sees there’s more: Beyond the lawn a mountainside, a silent bird, an empty shore. Leaving behind his well-kept yard, he enters the long grass. Disappearing from the midst, clouds dissipate to mist at last. Traveling through swells & storms & hurricanes cross-eyed, To the … Continue reading On the Outskirts of the Yard, He Sees an Open Door.
Down a dark and wayward concourse of Madison Square Garden at set break you see a red velvet curtain. The floor leading there a zigzag pattern of black and white. Coordinates appear on the inside of your arm. In your pocket you find a map, very old and always current. A man in the shadows points the direction but won’t follow you in. Several paths through which to enter. And like Lou said, “Watch out, the world’s behind you,”and it’s coming fast. You approach the orb one step at a time, and after the second it happens: Now you are, … Continue reading Now You Are, Now You Aren’t Caught in the Buffer