Author Archives: mindsonsong

A hard drive through the yard: the Titleist bounces before entering a pit—where it all begins: the scratch, the tip, the lift— bouncing off dirt walls. Sand traps are easy, and fun, a day at the beach with no sea, … Continue reading →

I took the day off from Sunday school and learned about love. Love was a soft soapy rock above a tower. Love was the first day of spring when the leaves were buds, popping into flowers. Love was all I … Continue reading →

The subject is always missing getting a drink at the club down the street. Let us see the subject as it is, dancing, always sparkling like the surface of a Gauguin or a Renoir, the ineluctable film we see with … Continue reading →

for Jo-Yu A wandering songstress plays chess with an incomplete soul, in the Black Forest, holding a love letter she reads to her tipsy cat, about to depart, like a dreamer. Like a dreamer, “Follow me,” she says, as she … Continue reading →

Time takes its time walking down the aisle marrying death. Time takes its time to get a drink of water lifting it up to the spout. Time goes backwards to fetch its hat and its cane. Time goes on, down … Continue reading →

Soft Machine pushes the limits Wyatt pumping the pistons that drove Bridget Bardot, that drove him to crack his spine at a Gong party in ’73. The gong still clangs, each time someone screams and crashes and rams broadside the … Continue reading →

A hyena cries in a desert of thyme, so said Arthur Rimbaud, prince of the blue paupers making their blue movies in the alleys of Paris; Rimbaud held the camera on a woman making love and giving birth, in the … Continue reading →

Let me freak you out tonight, baby. I’ve been dying to do it all night long, you’re all that’s been on my mind. Yeah, I’ve fallen for girls before but this is big time.

You can hear the earthquake in her sound, it still shakes in her heart, every delicate note that passes through her fingers, these all have taken death’s lash. Her lashes are long, and sexy, she’s sexy as Halle Berry, she … Continue reading →

The bees buzz around in my head sticking their stingers in, time for a poem: venom, that lovely dish, that lovey dovey stuff we love so much, curing the panic button panning out the whole delicious landscape, everything goes I … Continue reading →