InForThePenny

So Sick Of Weaving

Brian Davidson - Threaded

Crescent Moon Bear

I may be old
but I still dress sharp
open mic
at the cabana bar
singing songs
about the vietnam war
from behind the smoke
of a tiki torch

i was a dentist
retired last year
thought i'd try out
a musical career
got a strat
baby blue vaneer
got a few more
thanks for having me here

i like to drink
sex on the beach
or margaritas
as long as it's sweet
and i'm a man of the word
during most of the week
but i get predators eyes
when the mic lets me speak

a white russian
for neil young
for jimmy buffet
jamaican run
i'm seeking shelter
fortunate son
good morning
vietnam

i'm at my limit
that's what this joker says
thought he'd steal my drink
he pulls the mic instead
says "let's hear it for bill"
pushing me off the stage
laugh to myself
downing my boozey kool aid

i say "hey listen man"
and i swing a right hook
lands somewhere else
and something catches my foot
it was my other foot
and i'm on the floor
someone tosses me
out the back door

Cabana Bar

shadow / woman - 1.25.2022
by Greta

We breathe in the desert in rapture
Let the record show
This is no fever dream
Bodies summit and our minds respond in kind, hand in hand, let the sun know our skin

Try and reign it in
Beside yourself and sacred within 
Shadow on the sand, woman in the mirror 
Pissing on the future's hollowed ground, checking if the water's running any clearer
While the laughter's getting thicker
 
Blood is ticking in rhythm, I follow the cry of friends, warm and wild, dripping eyes
All resounding love, surround me, all-knowing, against the crag, secrets alight and we align

Try and reign it in
Beside yourself and sacred within
Woman on the sand, shadow in the mirror
Belly on the gloam, a poison prayer still I hear the tongue of the Mother coming clearer
Deliver me my spirit

Try and hold it 
inside yourself until the very end

Shadow Woman

Quixote Baby

There is no
pose
no stills
no framework
no bonds
no placement
no statement
no acclaim

There is no
no function
no form
no structure
no source
no resonance
or birth
no flame

there is no wave


There is no
content
no contour
no triptych
no earthwork
no fresco
no gesture
no pace

There is no 
lyric
no mass
no medium
no wash
no manners
no color
no space

There is no wave



There is no
palette
no plane
no proportion
no shade
no values
no cues
no state

There is no subject
no flow
no golden
ratio
no underpainted
stylistic
grace

There is no wave

No Wave

Tuesday Wave is a collective of musicians writing and recording one song every week, by Tuesday.