Eagles: seven women on my mind – never here be here again – singing back-up to Glenn and Joe- say-ave-ave-ave meee-eeee-eeeeeee. Save me. SAVE ME!! please. PLEASE!! lighten my load.
I woke this morning, feelin’ low. left hand/pain. Arthee-I-rities!! Gut pain. hand pain. Pandora haunting me; awake!!
“Hello, sleepy boy”. Can you see what time it is? Is it St. Judy’s Comet? Can you make another day? Can’t you see; can’t you see. What that women, Lord, ‘s been doin’ to me.
Am I feeling good to you, are you’re feelin’ good to me; do be.
Raw, raw, raw. Data, raw data, raw nerves. Gout pain. insurance. un-insurance. “Stuck in the middle with you. Trying to make sense of it all but I can see there’s no sense at all”
Cold slab of glass, lay me down, Mustang Sally. Rhythm with blues. Funky heartbeats fibrillating. A-fib. A-FIB!! A-fib! A-Fib!! JT eases my mind for a lonely times and sister golden surprises me WITH my mother Mary ‘s kindnesses.
Slowly pain slo.slo.slo. loosens. The void un-forms. Grips loosen. Dark phosphenes come bright.
Was four A.M. 10:52.
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i don’t know what those words ‘mean’. In the formless void before Genesis; I existed. All WAS. And now I can see. I AM. Is that ‘poetry”? Stream-of-consciousness? Whatever it is; it IS. What it is, it is me. Music saves me every day.