art music poetry

RED UNDERWEAR

see you walk by red underwear
drawing shadows cross my brain
remember that day in the snow
falling lightly like
wildfire night gone crazy
yeah,
night gone crazy
ooh yeah
night gone wild
tell me it ain”t nothing baby
elvis presley suicide hungry man
flophouse derelict cigarette hanging
upper lip shaking blues chill evening
cold outside lonely living like
derelict hanging
dark sky crying
hangover wild ass morning
all things must end she says
thighs jiggling cannonball ass on
my lips man
night gone crazy
yeah
night gone crazy
oooh yeah
wildfire night gone wild”¦
***

A drop fell on the apple tree
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.

A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!

The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.

The breezes brought dejected lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fête away.

***

……fête….a celebration or festival.

To hear an oriole sing
May be a common thing,
Or only a divine.

It is not of the bird
Who sings the same, unheard, 5
As unto crowd.

The fashion of the ear
Attireth that it hear
In dun or fair.

So whether it be rune, 10
Or whether it be none,
Is of within;

The “tune is in the tree,”
The sceptic showeth me;
“No, sir! In thee!”