Posts Tagged ‘Kevin Ridgeway’

Funeral Music

secrets wrapped
in an underground vault
within my mind
music that has
given a dash of spirit
to this savage life
volumes and grooves
encased between covers
to be played when
the procession weeps
whenever and
wherever
that might be
the loves of my
life will hear these
melodies and
wonder what
the hell they
saw in this
strange
being
between
moments
of tearful
joy and rage
and the
bands will
trumpet
on without
me

***

Dark Day

even the cat is moving
like a pool of molasses underneath this grey sky

the music alternates
between the voices of dead junkies and rockers
in the shower with the bright
overheads on at noon

no merry conversation
just knowing nods
black-bound books
of French poetry
pretending to read
the left side in its
original language
but straining peripherally
to scan the right side
translations

the food is cold
and so are the thoughts
a day of clichés
among them turtlenecks
and jeans
and bare feet
European cigarettes
making us go
color blind

the night is approaching
and the dark day is gone the Stax soul music is booming
the horns blowing away
the dead leaves of
glum

LOST BOY

Hovering just
above the
asphalt
lost in haze
thunder
on this
invisible
semi conscious
glide,
rain
causing
the machinery
to spark and
short
pregnant
in this
prison mind
birthing
unfortunate
thoughts
praying for
another
sweet dream
the storm shelter is
locked,
lying so
still
and floating
in the flood,
breathing through
a used straw

***

SWIMMING HOLE

Along this strand
of pacific coast highway,
horns blaring
cars slowed in a line
newly paroled,
my father waves
his filter less
cigarette
out the window
the other hand
producing fuck you
sign language
in the rear view

we’re en route
to the swimming hole,
the endless sea
trying to swallow us
with its arms of
bitter weeds
the alcove a tower
of rocks that the waves
tear angrily into
we stick our knees
in the cold foaming
salt water
pop lighting another
one with the last one
puffing life’s lessons
and missteps
beneath this hazy sun