From A Buick 6
by Robert Allen Zimmerman
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=op7jAuZ4QXw
Where Teardrops Fall - Dylan
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HCb7Rtixw-4
October 29, 2015
Desolation Row by Bob Dylan
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AL1HUsJJCzU
Blood on the Moon
http://www.al.com/news/index.ssf/2015/09/what_time_is_the_supermoon_ton.html
November 27, 2015
"The cost of pleasure is not pain but the absence of pleasure."-Cosmic Contact
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall - Bob Dylan
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-H2Vvfg0d3k
2009
BLOOD IN VAIN
Degrading, scathing, cold case post mortems -- your
negligent assumptions, your magnificent crowing achievements, the grandiosity
of your declarations, your confidences, your trust and the bone-dry assessment
s of how you present the truth follow me.
Unknown sources harnessed emotion and thought and dragged a
heartfelt commitment from my unwise choices.
Had it been another who truly caused you to forfeit my person in your
presence, the honor of your extraordinary tributes might have been
tolerable. As it is, you remember me
well.
Astounding that behind the bulkhead of the words you
borrowed, your talents grapple with self-inflicted wounds, as if nobility of
purpose undermined the importance of coming forth -- as if suitability determined
the transit of feeling.
"Forevermore" was transformed into a barrister's
phrase my docile nature will forgive no more and there is no argument with
probity and law. Excuses proliferated
but only saint remain forever doves.
Your empty promises tipped the scale, casting a
disadvantaged light on impassioned trysting in the night -- they disowned the
grace I lauded and discredited the love I invited.
Believing insanity could yield a miracle, agonizing pleasure
skimmed my soul, pleading with derisory confidence and slackening my appetite
for accountability. Years of karmic
penance secured deep in the illicit pleasure of appropriated paths of glory and
resulted in this solitude that brooks no argument.
Decades ago, a straightforward gesture of friendship
initiated your celebrated songs, speaking of romance, paradise and seduction,
but transfigured into a tortured web of desolate, embittered, regretful nights
during which the allure of your endowments left me defenseless and your
charisma did little to ease secret perpetual yearning.
Finally were free.
Ironically our tangled know unraveled -- its silken cords fraying,
disintegrating like all else...as is inevitable.
Trepidation and inquisitiveness were part and parcel of our
love but perception, expectation, together they climbed mountains.
As the sleeping prophet you harbor and your sly voyeur
retreat, the waking hours silently weep for comforting caresses and inspired
conversations in the dark.
Secure in the knowledge that seasons are inalterable and
ever changing, it would appear even love abates when self-preservation is at
stake.
Beyond miscalculation, despair scoffs at self reliance and
gnaws at self-esteem. The mind is
seduced by diversion but the heart never forgets.
You offered me loving arms but would not relinquish your
power to withhold. Incorrigible and
intractable you tempt me with sentiment and your exquisiteness but deny me your
humanity.
Raucous music mimics a care freeness you don't possess and
simple phrases obscure our complicated history, as you spew venom and
complacently flaunt diamonds pledged to me.
Our demons cling and wish to be absolved. You grant them immunity from fault, brother,
but harden your spirit 'til no flower grows in your vacant lot.
Years of guarded waiting was to be endured, seemingly
forever, and in the end your slight of hand wasn't enough to translate into
deliverance. Ah lithesome spirit,
heedless and exuberant -- how parsimonious your presence, how graceful your
exit!
Reservations accost me daily as your astounding musical
expertise trails a shower of stars on the road that wears you down to a fine,
lethal flint.
Take your slavish concubines and your devoted wives, take
them of your rockin' reelin' caravan carnival ride.
Some brown-eyed woman sets her claws to haul your ashes
around and a humdrum storyteller adjust the poet's words.
Joining with a writer you never needed less -- row home with
your oars ablaze -- lost in an ocean of mindless characters.
Amidst feckless admirers and unwholesome desires, glass
slivers are embedded within.
Compulsion, suspicion, anxiety, predilection and lunacy
prevail -- as if one could love them into submission.
But is was only me there by the roadside, sweetheart, you couldn't face. Inspiration demanded our life's blood but did not confirm understanding. Who would have believed flights of imagination could morally undermine the artist and devastate the muse?
What gratified you -- brilliance and praise work and your
cerebral games, satisfied me not -- desire was the hobby horse that brought me
to my knees.
Down South -- widowed, sweet gardenia ladies glide from
dainty luncheons to lovingly tended grave sites and at the driving range people
congregate for their share, overlooking gravestones that yesterday were not
there.
Whiplash currents tremble unseen -- unheard of stale
leavings of hardscrabble days. Exposed,
transitory, ephemeral -- delicate structures indwelling in provisional complexity
are folded against my raging past.
Time in luxurious swathes of pointless elective activity are
consumed, burdened by concepts of senselessness.
Seeking freedom from turgid recriminations and hostile
antagonisms that accost a sheltered tenderness, the mind arrogantly dominates
this inundated scrap of flesh -- but only by the power of that which decrees
our destiny do we live our lives.
Fragments of heart-sore aspirations are assigned
indiscriminately and are askew.
Quandary and obtuse parameters; the game once played is
forfeited. A simple need for welcoming
arms perished and hope is consecrated instead to the unseen silent purveyors of
fate.
This penance of exile, redolent of undesirability, coupled
with weakness and pain portents unaavildable decline and inescapable defeat.
Floundering, capitulating, taking the steel rod for my back
and dreaming still, grace b willing I'll soon be taken out of the equation.
Dreadful and dreary -- the time has come to put the night asleep with day and burrow deep amid wreck and ruin.
Tooth and claw -- a world unfolding, eroding, devouring-- renewing. Universal elements -- brilliant, cold and indifferent. Solicitous gentleness remarkably survives amid brutality and injustice rife.
The earth reclaims all,.
Our bodies will disintegrate and the oceans will consume our honors and
our sin, ennobling the vast reaches of our souls.
Ocean brine and lisping wavelets soothe and creatures of
silken loveliness and sprightly playfulness, delight. A fragile, tiny wren this day did please with
thoughtless twittering and jubilant display -- a sweet refrain to share, to
grand a lightening of the mind and ameliorate my agitated heart.
Queen of Swords
