Who has a better voice than Louis Armstrong?
No one. That’s right.
Winter Wonderland, Louis Armstrong and the All Stars Rhythm Section
Author: crow
I'm a writer and a dabbler. I live in Southern California.
Poem 20141202
the child in the raincoat
waits at the curb
for the yellow-slickered crossing guard
to raise the red sign
she splashes through the puddles
kicking he feet up
and stomping them down
and makes it safely to the other side
sometimes, even on dark days
there’s a happy ending
Xmas Song Day 1
December 1st. You know what that means. You can officially, un-ironically, and with great abandon, listen to all the xmas music you can cram in your earholes. Here’s one of my favorite songs:
Fairytale of New York, The Pogues featuring Kirsty MacColl:
Sure, it might be a little on the rough side, but the world is rough, even at Christmas. And it has one of the most beautiful exchanges ever in the lyrics. And that’s why I play it every year.
“You took my dreams from me
When I first found you”“I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can’t make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around you”
Poem 20141201
my eyes open
no waking up
just awake all at once
like the last three days
i look at my phone
and the green face says 4:45
next to me
your chest rises and falls
your eyes closed
just enough light from
stars
moon
streetlights
for me to see your outline
a halo illuminates your face
your nose
your lips
your throat
i shut my eyes
roll onto my back and my hand
finds yours under the covers
even asleep
you squeeze back
Songs 20141130
One of my favorite groups to come out of Japan is JUDY AND MARY. This song in particular, is amazing. If you don’t speak Japanese (and I understand maybe every 10th word), the songs seems pretty upbeat. But look at the lyrics. And then feel yourself break into a hundred sharp little pieces.
Also, the lead singer, Yuki? かわいいですね
This first versions is kind of sort of live.
This one a more traditional music video.
Poem 20141129
it’s cold
and
your hand is in your jacket pocket
instead of
intertwined
with my own
where it ought to be
Poem 20141128
It’s Friday Haiku time!
Ready to write when
The cat on my lap jumps down
For a still, warm spot
No Poem 20141127
Happy Thanksgiving!
Too tired thankful to write a poem today, but I should be back tomorrow. Maybe it will be Haiku Friday. We will see.
Poem 20141126
i see her through a sliding glass door
not sure how or why
only i know
in the logic of dreams
and madness
and fiction
that she and i shared a moment
a passion
and that shortly after
she died
but there she is
on the other side of the glass
smiling
happy
alive even though i remember
seeing her buried
i open the door
aren’t you happy? she asks
i came back
Poem 20141125 b
You raised your arms
To do what
Slips my mind
But that shirt I like to see you in
Lifted up
A tiny bit
Two inches
Revealed
Just two inches of smooth
White skin
Between the swell of your hip
And your ribs
And a cool gray shadow
Across your belly
Words and Feathers 