Dephying the Laws of Physics — Now FREE on Amazon!

3/28 thru 4/1

“And sometimes Bass even rhymes.” ~Hank Longfellow

Dephying the Laws of Physics Page on Amazon

JetBlue jumping off runway nine
Climbing east on the last red-eye
One mind’s crossed, another dreams
But nothing’s ever as it seems

Lightning spikes the midnight sky
A heartland pierced with a hundred lies
Thunder feared but never heard
Our feelings tossed in a gale of words

Sometimes right, often wrong
Often lost, but sometimes found
We fell in love and fell out again

Wings without wind,
Love without sin
Never looking back behind
Racing down the centerline

Airbus floats into a misty dawn
A final approach to a coming down
Boston harbor blooms into view
Three thousand miles away from you.

Sometimes right, often wrong
Often lost, but sometimes found
We fell in love and fell out again

Wings without wind,
Love without sin
Never looking back behind
Racing down the centerline

Dephying the Laws of Physics Page on Amazon

 

 

Dephying the Laws of Physics — Now FREE on Amazon!

12/14 thru 12/18

“And sometimes Bass even rhymes.” ~Hank Longfellow

“More like the road untaken.” ~Bob Frost

“The beat goes on…” ~Al Ginsburg

The collected songs and verse from M.T. Bass.

Dephying the Laws of Physics Page at Amazon

JetBlue jumping off runway nine
Climbing east on the last red-eye
One mind’s crossed, another dreams
But nothing’s ever as it seems

Lightning spikes the midnight sky
A heartland pierced with a hundred lies
Thunder feared but never heard
Our feelings tossed in a gale of words

Sometimes right, often wrong
Often lost, but sometimes found
We fell in love and fell out again

Wings without wind,
Love without sin
Never looking back behind
Racing down the centerline

Airbus floats into a misty dawn
A final approach to a coming down
Boston harbor blooms into view
Three thousand miles away from you.

Sometimes right, often wrong
Often lost, but sometimes found
We fell in love and fell out again

Wings without wind,
Love without sin
Never looking back behind
Racing down the centerline

 

 

 

 

Mantis

Chuck Berry RIP : Hail, Hail, Rock ‘n’ Roll!

The Immortal Jukebox

Chuck Berry has died. May he rest in peace.

I will write an extensive tribute later.

He was a Founding Father of Rock ‘n’ Roll.

He was a Rock ‘n’ Roll Prophet and The Rock ‘n’ Roll Poet.

He was a writer with the immediate understanding of a top class journalist, the widescreen vision of an historian and the timing of a comedian on the stage.

He is one of the greatest chroniclers of American Life.

Hail, Hail, Hail Chuck Berry!

Here he is with a special favourite of mine, ‘School Days’

‘Up in the mornin’ and out to school
The teacher is teachin’ the Golden Rule
American history and practical math
You study’ em hard and hopin’ to pass
Workin’ your fingers right down to the bone
And the guy behind you won’t leave you alone

Ring ring goes the bell
The cook in the lunchroom’s ready to sell

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Syncopation

here to stay

hell to pay

wish me away

bright vaults

mute birds

flutter aimless

against Miami’s fire

— RINGS DAWN —

“Hello?”

souls to sell

seasons fell

beside a shell

“Can’t be filled?

Until the first?”

or but time’s spite

spit into the sea

among the anenomes’

balleting fingers fine

finality sting

“I’m helpless. Not

in a position

to influence……but—”

— REGARDS FROM ABROAD —

— THE CHAPEL STANDS —

— THE POPE LIVES ON —

“Your loss?”

always won

another rung

replay the fun

of two before one

against Miami’s fire

“I’m sorry.

I just can’t help you.”

 

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A Running Beast

(Variation on a theme by C.T. Strasshofer)

//
In what god’s footpath
Could running fall?
A constellation’s azimuth?
A bared saber’s glint?

Could a single, pulsing ray of
Kalahari sun fuse me forward?
Or could my own melting lines—my
Blurred tail trailing be

So divined? Should sound explode to
Quiet at my passing—fell floating
Fragments of shattered stained glass
In the dim of a dune-swept mission—

Then what of light?
Could I, Big Cat eyes
Dilated, run on in darkness,
My slipstream waking

Back through time, like the ripple
Of a waterbug’s skate across
A palmed oasis pond?
I run, running until I

Wake to the still reflection of eternity……
……shimmering……
—————……shimmering……
——————————……shimmering……

 

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To Judi K., the Zookeeper’s Daughter

Come, leave penguins compressed
To allow no leisure. Come love, leave
The bears with mauling eyes and dripping
Jaws–all are idols of themselves,
Preserved in vaults of names.
The garden of the Brown-Shirted God

Is a four-cornered world mapped
In pitted sands and erased by slow,
Infinite creatures. Leave the self-
Digestion of dreams in the tiger’s cage,
The neurotic laugh of the monkey house,
The minds squeezed dry like sponges.
Few tears escape

From the One-Eyed Jack who hides
His myopic eye and tricks a bone
Weary muse to animate the pacing
And swaying. Hearts die, manned
By minds folded over themselves,
Clubbing their own reflections until
Love lies flush among
The spayed brains.

We ante only a name in this world,
Call with lives and raise with souls.
Our hands, blind hope and balls
Are all we have to track the odds.
Come away, please love,
Leave the safari in the zoo–the fix
Of your Father, and of His Son and
Their hell of ghosts. Our
Souls are

Caught between target and gun.
We are the death.
We are the hunter.
We are lead lodged
In the heaven of animal hearts,
Or players, full-faced.

 

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