Jingle Jangle Jack

its starts when you love a movie.

it could be any movie -or any son for that matter…

childs first song sung in rounds in a car with no deadends &only hillyroads to Bishop-

pennys lost in cracks

something about losing a kingdom

or falling off barns

or that sad step awkward &forward

or those few words that challenge…

i kneel to the throne built imperfect-

the city on crutches.

psychologically distorted

these walls painted with immediate blood &fear &the absence of fear…

this room lit by romancandles.

these ribs bruised &swollen &ripe with healing.

this photograph -twice taken

or not taken

or taken w/ghosts

it aint gonna rain no more no more

it aint gonna rain no more.

how in the heck

can i wash my neck

if it aint gonna rain no more?

it was musicals &fred astaire &strangemusic

&masquerade &passive violence

&unborn babies

&conman

&fucked over

&desert fucked &found faith

&animals &instinct

&burnedbridges

&new bridges

&this wasnt a lie…

psychologically distorted

dannyboy dannyboy

i see you walking by the water

the water

the water -blue water

my dannyboy dannyboy

i see you walking all alone…

its karma or balance or judgement or takingresponsibility or some bullshit like that

its life &we make do

somebody should be watchin my dannyboy

should be holdin my dannyboy

dont leave him all alone…

&it goes in cycles &rounds &harmonies are built like houses &good schools &sacrifice &encouragement &small victories

&notneeded justification

&dont squander this…

this is coming to grips

&everything is new

&everything is dying

&of course.

&i dont think this is uncommon.

i dont think that im singledout

&i dont think i am unique.

but i suppose no one is

which of course cant be true:

ive seen it in eyes on rooftop

in rain

in stall

on fire escape

oversea

3000 miles

across the street

&you paid the ticket for this movie

&no complain

&this is coming to grips.

making do

&taking responsibility.

this is where it begins.