D. OG.

Have U ever consumed a word...
with just ur eyes? Burnin holes in
each letter... lettin loose the anchors where they're tied
unmoored and ugly...the word - floating
as debris
what meaning is this word...wife...and
what is it to me?
yea
once I was but am no more
so I send that floater downstream
yet...still its memory lingers
the ghost of a deadly scheme
yea
wife...I wore that banner
as wife I bore the load
and too...in that manner, my dying
spirit slowed
as I was captured...promised the rapture
but down the river I was sold
O and so
the burning echo
of a life as wife...
branching out to mother, sister, other...
the word, a stamp...a brand
a condemnation marked with X
yea...x-wife, x-ite, x-isting
those windows shuttered but ain't it funny?
unmoored and ugly
the word floatin as debris
what meaning is there left
in this word 'wife' to me?

Wife

I still have a yellowbook...
somewhere in a kitchen drawer
and that plate over the connection
bout 1/2 a foot from the floor
yea
but party lines and operators
have gone on to assisted living
and I fear my walk-about-fingers
have creased the fragile page
stuck on advertisements targetin the dead
who were alive in that age
yea...let me go on pissin'
cause that ain't all that's gone missing
yea O
and there's women and girls from the Indigenous Nations...but no one cares to listen
then the masks were slippin...worn by suits
claimin vision and wisdom
and now I'm wishin
for the yellowbook days
yea
I still have a yellowbook
somewhere in a drawer downstairs
a disconnected connection
bout a 1/2 a foot from the floor
and maybe I didn't know by sight
the dude in my AC with a flashlight
or how many traffic violations...
cause that was a private thing
got lost in translation
yea
lemme go on pissin
cause that ain't all that's gone missing
no O 
not all that's gone missing

Gone Missing

I chose the corner table...lost,
in the shadows dancing in the dim light
and the static like white noise
a backdrop against the night
O
my fingers taste of bitters
where I stroke the empty glass
and I watch as I listen to the ghosts
...hangin onto friends...always bringing up the past
yea
and sometimes I hang my head
dizzy from the empty glass...
and I pray U find some peace
so I can...at last
O
and if only U could see
the chaos and dysfunction
the bleeding empathy and the
touch of spirit poison O
yea
beware the midnight ghost touch
guard Ur spirit well
cause even if they don't say much,
its in their touch that they throw their spell
and I watch and I listen to the ghosts
yea
hangin on my friends...who won't let go
of the past
and sometimes I hang my head...
dizzy from the empty glass
and I pray U find some peace
so I can too
at last O...
so I can too
at last O...

Touch Of Spirit Poison

Could U shut the lights off...
so I can slip into the dark...
step away in silence as U walk
and should I call out from my dreams
filled with laughter and not the screams
... I've gotten used to...
would U promise to just go on..
and leave me to the past
where a kinder one of U wants to hold my hand
yea
and I wonder...if I wished it...
if I squeeze my eyes shut and really wished it...
would U never let me go
so as I wake
it's the whirlwind in my absence
calling into sleep
her dragon wings the lift I really need
and would U follow me
would this 'U' return complete
yea
could U shut the lights off
so I can slip into the dark
step away in silence as U walk

Slip Away In Silence

We arrived just past noon...
in the gravel lot
follow the curlin fingers...of cigars and 
liquor...yea
...and baby it was thick outside but
inside it's thicker...
came upon the barn doors...
as they're swingin wide...open up like
a carnival...with the auctioneer -
as barker...invitin' us ringside...
and it was a summer I turned gold
then bronze...'neath a fair blu sky
yea, and in my closed up fist
deep in my front pocket...
two oily crumpled twenties...
destined for the docket
when a hush fell upon us...
a silence as the gavel fell
and now the cashier's ringin' her bell
a cadence with demands that its people
take command...as imagination...as a Rave
a hook upon my soul...
to tempt the savings I now hold
O yea
up up up goes my hand...O lord,
I was wishin' that was planned
yea
sittin past the barn doors as they
swing out wide...
sounds just like a carnival
with the auctioneer as barker
callin' me...back inside
O and baby
that smoke sure was thick outside...
but inside it was thicker
follow curlin' fingers
of cigars and liquor

CallinMe Back Inside

I pronounce U...yea
I could denounce U...O
but another day ...I guess
as I'm on my way to the graves of gods
where their bones and bodies lay
O
and would U excuse me from delay
Ur foot so very heavy...
gotta be dragged couse it's turned to clay
I pronounce U...yea
I could denounce U...O
but another day ...I guess
and have U noticed how the clouds r extra grey
waitin' on the birth of their baby grey's
then they all just blow away
O
yea blow away blow away...O hey
for I'm on my to the graves of gods
to protest a highway
yea
and have U noticed all the feet of clay?
O
I pronounce U...yea
I could denounce U...now
won't wait another day...
no
not pavin' our celestials graves
cause there's no thru lane for a highway built on shame
O yea shame shame O
I pronounce U...yea
I could denounce U...O
my man...not here...no
not today
where their bones lay O yea
not today

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Where Their Bones Lay

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I study under Duncan L. Wood and am grateful for his guidance and patience. Most of my influences are Folk/Blues/Indie, but inspiration arrives in many forms so HT to Hip Hop, Rap, Classical, especially Chamber trios. Current tracks are first cuts and I may update them in the future with cleaner versions, thank you for listening as I learn.

Where Their Bones Lay

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