Joe Giglio Jazz Guitarist/Vocalist

stick figures-#5

 

half as long as divided loyalties

refresh airborne whispered exhortations

once more falling for a rose

 

lastly a new attempt at madness

fails, lacking a reason for straying

coming to this almost as an aside

 

in anticipation of any conclusions

first noted by disinterested well wishers

traveling light in anticipation of necessity

 

walk out – say little

grimace inscrutably

relocate east of the park

catalogue loved ones

feel nothing

 

and those still reborn

questioning delusions based on

previously sanctioned emotions

 

carrying on recent traditions

 fit into overwrought compartments

interpreted by history as contrafaction

 

with little to recall moving forward

blood lined thoroughfares

begin & end suddenly, without surprise

 

turn left – nod yes

sing relentlessly

climb to untold depths

of feelings, press pause

reconfigure compromise

 

finding things we willed

to stay lost in taut surroundings

circling a town square contrarily

 

from sunless glare pitched sharply

motions propel recently formed

volitions suppressed beyond statement

 

surrounded by water evaporating rapidly

ingressed in the face of embargo

falling short of everlasting winsome

 

backtrack – start to finish

can’t whistle or snap

burrow to the surface, outwardly

re-claim anonymity

house-sit for the itinerant dreamers

 

 

seekinG>

 

               of (f)aces (he)art(s) thou zen dar(l)(t)ing c-(h)-urchin’

 

synch up/counter down

 

                                                        ’63 M[][]D Swing//

 

things of  whirry, general surge in falling out...the cold whorE screams - Smoke?

 

eekiNg out headline’s - meaning to - but 4 me, not...only mAdMa(7)Dm(6)Ad(im7)

 

      assurances of     

                                       de(con)struction, mutually 

                                                                               1.(see King Happiness).

 

Dumb King, phylum under missile anuses

       

I-V Towers \></ vChip sets tonal paramours

 

                                                                          +thought(the) (Po)lice were your f(r)iends+

 

was’ta control demo?

 

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