I went looking for an apartment in the pilsen chicago, but it's being gentrified and gringos with guitars are unwelcome.
anyway, I sat in a coffee shop there and wrote this poem
and what did I see today?
a gray sea of street spilled a leviathan
of viejas
and a bilnd man's white sticks of sight
scraping through the rocks of
somewhere
reaching for the light
reaching for breadth
a man broke with reality, or, joined it
in screams like some stone bell
or a clanging open of graves
and somewhere I put my heart in its trunk
and walked on top of the treetops
remembering when you told me how god was made
he said he's just some stone
who broke with reality
and bent his ribs around
the air
breathed in stars from
his city's sewers
a teeming soup of shit
and suicides there
lost in remembering how you described
the making of god
you were robes of music, robed in light!
but underneath those robes
the same old beat
like paper shuffling
through a madhouse
white sticks for feet
like a child telling the story of heaven
where dogs are ghosts and pull god's sleigh
through the kingdom of christmas
through the kingdom of hell
where everyone is equal
where everyone's spell is played out..
you described the making of me
I AM GOD
you said
I'm just some stone
broke with reality
I bend my ribs around the air
I breathe in stars from
my city's sewers
a teeming soup of sex
and suicides there
oh how i loved you
and i knew you were half crazy
that's why I wanted to be with you
@nancycunning Feb 2022
Love those chords and the strumming...The song reminds me of listening to XTC, The Stone Roses, REM, Joni Mitchell, Jesus Jones, and Dinosaur Jr. in the miracle that was a six-disc changer thirty years ago. Suddenly 6am. How did that happen?