Bayou Sonnet1/25/2017 I stroll on the edge of the water and search
For bodies of lovers and wisdom and time The waves are the pews and the bayou, my church Opacity such that it must be divine I dare not approach and disturb its old hymn Its shoreline the bound’ry of life and demise For God knows the trouble I’ve seen and the sin And on every altar a sacrifice lies Instead I just walk and I cast out my gaze For something as ancient as feeling and fire And think of the heaven-like hell in the waves Of beauty and sorrow and pain and desire And out in the distance walk all of God’s sheep With bodies as faceless as those in the deep
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Jeff and the Mississippi1/9/2017 Most people think
that rivers are only water But most people don’t know what you knew That a river is a virile body just like yours With just as many secrets To learn that they would have to do what you did They would have to have been there on that night To sink into your mud-filled boots black and caked To allow your fish-fed t-shirt to spill over their chests To lie back into the endlessness like lured lovers And to sing like you An air that nature remembers and vows to reclaim Pouring itself down their throats in a show of jurisdiction Most people don’t know nature’s price for wisdom AboutWords are the backbone of my music. They often reference powerful ideas that strike me in my readings or develop from my life experiences. The creative expression of these ideas sometimes begs for musical form, and other times it comes out on the page. Here is a selection of my lyrics, poems, essays and other writings. Archives
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