to speak of

No songs yet. But that's not what this is all about. Well, I mean, it is but it's all supposed to be an inspiration to achieve and achieve. Not merely aurally and melodically. I'm writing a story about a young man who loses his wife to death, a very sad way to go. I feel that completing this piece of short fiction will be a crowning achievement for myself. I have "finished" stories before. But upon a recent revisit to these I realized I was quite careless with my satisfaction with my work. Quite careless. I wish not the same fate for any songs I might compose. Oh, compose! I probably didn't mean to use that word. My stuff is more castles in the air and composure for my scoliotic posturing.

Here's an off-the-cuff poem:

and the ropes



always understated the ropes
hold the trapeze artist
hold the man with the muscles dragging the bus
and the lady to the tracks
always understated and always under pressure

such tension
in the twines and strands
who am i to think i am so threadbare

letting the boat from its mooring is the most polite thing to do



peace
brandon pierce geary