Pelé may be gone, but Baby Pelé will live on forever.
Thursday, December 29, 2022
Saturday, December 03, 2022
Wednesday, November 16, 2022
Wednesday, November 02, 2022
Thursday, October 27, 2022
Saturday, July 30, 2022
Do The Murmuration, Baby
When 10,000 starlings fly
They mur-mur-ate
Make a kaleidoscope in the sky
They mur-mur-ate
Dancing without holding hands
More precise than marching bands
Just doing what the dance demands
They murmurate! They murmurate!
Humans on earth, let’s do it too
Let's mur-mur-ate
Let’s join together like starlings do
Let's mur-mur-ate
Can’t we learn to take a page
From those starlings who engage
To make the whole sky their own stage
Let’s murmurate! Let’s murmurate!
We too can move in a big formation
Let's mur-mur-ate
Rising and falling in a great gyration
Let's mur-mur-ate
We don’t need leaders, we don’t need rules
There’s dances you can’t learn in schools
Come on all you dancing fools
Let’s murmurate! Let’s murmurate!
Let's mur-mur-ate!
Sunday, July 03, 2022
Epithalamion
I also wrote this one for him. (Ned Stone = Philip van Ouse.)
Yesterday we wept
Tomorrow we will fight
But let there be no tears,
No anger on this night
And even if tomorrow is
The day the world ends
Tonight there is still time enough
To celebrate our friends
Though I am not a believer
And barely an agnostic
I do believe in this union
Of Van Ouse & Tomasic
Tonight there is no room
For the fear we all have carried
Tonight there’s only room for joy
For our friends who’re getting married
Don’t rise up from the table
Don’t turn away the cup
Tonight all sorrow’s chased with joy
Tonight we’ll drink it up
Though I am not a believer
And barely an agnostic
I do believe in this union
Of Van Ouse & Tomasic
Sonnet 43 or so
My friend Ned Stone's getting married next month. I wrote this song for him (by way of Elizabeth Barrett Browning and John Cage)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the droop and breach and heft
My soap can reach, when feeling out of samples
For the ends of buttons and ideal grandmother.
I love thee to the liver of every day’s
Most quaggy niche, by soup and canine light.
I love thee frizzily, as men strip for Richard.
I love thee purple, as they turn from prairie dogs.
I love thee with the passport put to use
In my old gravy, and with my chicken’s fade-in.
I love thee with a love I seemed to loop
With my locked saints. I love thee with the bakery,
Smock, teapot, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after Delaware.
Monday, May 16, 2022
Monday, April 18, 2022
Saturday, February 12, 2022
I Am Waiting
I am waiting to be given
The most recent set of orders
I am waiting for directions
I am waiting for a stockpile
Of gasoline and toilet paper
I am waiting for the drugstore
To renew my last prescription
I am waiting
I am waiting
I am waiting for the sirens
To stop their ringing for a moment
I am waiting for the militia
Getting closer to our borders
I am waiting to hear the anthem
Cheering on our local Farm Team
I am waiting for the ice cream truck
I haven’t heard those chimes in days now
I am waiting
I am waiting
We need the Good Guys, at least allies
The hotsie-totsies who punch Nazis
The dads and mommies, anti-Commies
Mounties on horses with their forces
I am waiting for the code
To this episode
The book, the guide
All the answers found inside
I am waiting for the moral
To this fable I keep hearing
I am waiting for the secret
Explanation to this story
I am waiting for the punchline
Of this endless shaggy dog joke
I am waiting. Can you hear me?
I am waiting. I am waiting
Wednesday, January 12, 2022
Saturday, January 08, 2022
Stood Up By A Song
Last night I was stood up by a song
I thought we had a date
I stayed home to wait
Did I get the day or the time all wrong?
Tuned my guitar and poured some wine
Gave my best cowboy boots a shine
But why did I get dressed
To be stood up by this guest
This shiftless no-show friend of mine?
Oh, I fill my head with words
Harmonize in thirds
Yodel country blues
Grab my book of synonyms
Then start chanting hymns
Bow down to the Muse
Guess that song’s not coming ‘round
The wine has all been downed
I’ll go quietly to bed
I’ll just have silence instead
No song, no words, no sound
No use for rhyming words
Major or minor thirds
All I know of blues
Lose all those synonyms
No use chanting hymns
Just silence for the Muse