High Dry Goodbye July 4.0

July 2019 – Last licks for July

Ordinary Roar

 

July will linger just near the door

as it is time now to go

and in a sigh or perhaps that ordinary roar

inform the waning afternoon in the calender’s 

numerical voice that you number is up.

What startles you with all it’s whispering are

concussions that wakes the waves to break

and break over the short eroded rocky bug infested

disappearing shoreline.

I hear strange voices in this ardent insistent wind.

I feel a tongue just inches from my ear that speaks

‘in that sigh or ordinary roar that these years I

was assured I wouldn’t be able to hear anymore.

All about this hazy animation of dirty white foam

driven madly on and upon.

So parade a secession of walkers across the face in

the beach. They nod or speak appearing as apparitions

that drift windblown on the most silent of feet.

Only some will find the courage to speak.

Scraps of paper and fragments of prose difficult to define

whip by in a helpless driven fury.

Now expression has little opportunity for introspection

or reflection. The art of language has been lost in

the stiff insistence of a brisk lake gust of wind.

And the sky above is so blue and blank

and it’s almost like time herself has slipped out

of her harness and has run on the shoreline

riding on the wind, being blown all over the beach

naked, wild and free of the sigh or that ordinary roar

of us as July lingers near the calendar’s door.    7/95

-Rubber Eden 1996

*

Long Island Sound

 

Now in this past of a punched ticket

at low tide I drink down this July sun.

Cathedral afternoon of canopy blue

in an endless awning sky;

Myself looking at the sealed plastic bag

of fiddler crabs as bait

thinking how hot and doomed it was inside

there.

Now after the rituals were observed

and completed nude solitary on the beach

Walking as elderly on the thousand stones

toward the water

wanting into the cold salty stinging sound

Your balls drawn up into a hard sphere

The waves at you ass the erect nipples

the water licking everything in degrees at once.

The excitement form the prospect of entering her

as she enter you.

These ten years past her flesh now sea better yet sound

Under this sky, bright bare to the shoreline shoulder

I’m dunking. Going under. Full immersion. Opening my

eyes underneath. The pressure of the silence has its

tongue in my ear. I’m coming up for air. I push off

and explode in high white foam.

I look back on the beach

to see who is lying under the makeshift driftwood

lean-to as the Sound breeze chops the darker blue

waters white while fluttering the contour sheet

in animated penciled in ripples.

And I recall falling into your eyes that moment

and never looking down

still finding I never, ever hit the bottom.

Even now.

-Rubber Eden 7/91-2/93

*

Classic live performance w/ full libretto from the streets of the lower east side NYC. Vincent Quatroche disturbs the peace on the corner of 1st Ave & 4th Street outside of the Karma Lounge on a June evening in 2012. Cinematography by John Dunn.

 

Yeah……But…..

(Burletta))

 

Yeah but

Yeah but

Yeah but…..

                                                                            Andante

Yeah  Yeah Yeah……..yeah  But…

But But…but….but…..yeah….but….

YEAH……BUTYEAHBUT YEAH………BUT !           Forte

Yeah but                                                              Prestissmo

Yeah but

Yeah but…..

Yeah  Yeah Yeah……..yeah  But…

                                                                            Ritardando

But But…but….but…..yeah….but….

YEAH……BUTYEAHBUT YEAH………BUT !          Ostinato

Yeah

Yeah…..Yeah

                                                                           Alla Marcia

Yeah but…….but…..but…..yeah…..but

YEAHYEAHYEAH………Yeah                       Crescendo

But…..but………………BUT !!!!!

Yeah…….Yeah……Yeah……………Yeah…..

 

BUT…….But……..but………yeah but….                      Allargando

                                                                                

Yeah    but…….Yeah but……yeah but……

YEAH BUT !!!!!!!!                      Fortissimo

Yeah but

Yeah but

Yeah but…..                                                                    Alla Marcia

Yeah  Yeah Yeah……..yeah  But…

But But…but….but…..yeah….but….

YEAH……BUTYEAHBUT YEAH………BUT !                    Crescendo

Yeah but

Yeah but

Yeah but…..

                                                                                          Decrescendo

Yeah  Yeah Yeah……..yeah  But…

But But…but….but…..yeah….but….

YEAH……BUTYEAHBUT YEAH………BUT !

Yeah

Yeah…..Yeah

                                                                                        Accelerando

  

Yeah but…….but…..but…..yeah…..but

YEAHYEAHYEAH………Yeah                               Sforzando

But…..but………………BUT !!!!!

Yeah…….Yeah……Yeah……………Yeah…..

 

BUT…….But……..but………yeah but….                         Staccatissimo

 

Yeah    but…….Yeah but……yeah but……

YEAH BUT !!!!!!!!                       Stentato 

 

Yeah but

Yeah but                                                 Agiato

Yeah but…..

Yeah  Yeah Yeah……..yeah  But…

But But…but….but…..yeah….but….

YEAH……BUTYEAHBUT YEAH………BUT !    

Yeah but

Yeah but

Yeah but…..

                                                                Furioso

Yeah  Yeah Yeah……..yeah  But…

But But…but….but…..yeah….but….

YEAH……BUTYEAHBUT YEAH………BUT !

Yeah

Yeah…..Yeah

                                                                    Sotto

Yeah but…….but…..but…..yeah…..but

YEAHYEAHYEAH………Yeah

But…..but………………BUT !!!!!

Yeah…….Yeah……Yeah……………Yeah…..                             Risoluto

 

BUT…….But……..but………yeah but….

 

Yeah    but…….Yeah but……yeah but……

Aw…….forget it.                          Bruscamente                           

– Got Abstract ?  2014

 

 

 

*

At the end of turned pages

July gushing stream

vibrant shrouds and shade ripples in shadows

all the busy harsh traffic sounds so far away

I can gently orbit here just minutes from another planet nearby that I need not visit

in the newborn summer heat the rustle of the red maples from St. Agnes or genuflecting and benediction rustling in acknowledgment.

The progressing afternoon like apple red patterns in undulating rhythm

where the wavelengths frequency of sound light exchanged glances and

remember the last time they danced like this.    -Got Abstract? 2014

 

Steam Heat Cool

 Hottest day of the Summer so far that year

In mid July on fricasseeing  1st Ave and as I’m

Doing a steady sweaty schlep approaching

The corner of 12th street

And this eighty year old guy appears

in the heat waves like an oasis mirage

In a powder blue double breasted suit jacket with

Boxed square cut shoulders like Cab Callaway used to sport,

His cream dress shirt with ruffled button down trim has a mile

Wide grape tinted tie freshly off the rack from the 40s held

perfectly centered with a gleaming diamond stick pin clasp

tan trousers with crisp razor creases, heeling toeing spotless

white bucks with pink shoes topped off with an extra wide brimmed

vanilla fudge swirl Fedora and Harlequin blue sunglasses

And not a drop

And man I mean not drop

Of sweat on him.

-Q Bop City 2018

July Fragments 2012

Just so much Space

 

You can move only so far

I’m told in a very small space

Most human skulls are about

roughly the size of two fists

Yet they contain everything single

Perception one can fathom

In a life time about the universe.

 

So that world between your ears

Can be as wide or narrow as

You make it.

 

Shrink or expand

Exclude or include.

 

But I would advise you

To take care with the dimensions

You will ultimately design in there.

 

Because that is all

You are going to take with you.

 

His Yellow Tonka Truck

(Attributed to Matt H)

Outside of the bar that evening

After discussing guns and booze

He said….

And I just didn’t have the heart to tell him

Playing so contently in his sand box

With his yellow Tonka truck

That someday he was going to

Have to deal with women.

*

Remembering Herman

Herman Munster was an artist.

He loved the strange sounds of words

And how meaning could jump the tracks

From children’s books to surrealistic art.

So the TV monster based upon Shelly’s nightmare

Found notoriety and fame as being the

GD nicest fiend on the block

Who like to phrase his delivery

In the cadence of his mom.

Fighting back with Art

-For Doug

Wishes always it seems

Have to take a back seat in some cab

While nightmares ride first class

Like a holiday heart attack

That happens in front of the kids

On the Thru-way

Headed out to see the fireworks

And the numbness will continue

Till the awareness shows up.

*

Duck  Dvorak Duck !

July early evening

After a stunning warm

Summer day with a brilliant blue

Sky without a memory of a cloud

In the world.

 

In reflection while the radio plays

Dvorak thinking over all the swings

And misses that fate has taken at you

Over the years.

 

Best take care before you

Grin and smirk…

Missed me….

 

Because

You can trust me on this one.

Something

Somewhere

Is  always just now

Winding up

And headed straight at you.

 

So it perhaps might be

A bit premature to request

Fate at the piano to play

Ellington’s

I’m just a lucky so and so.

-Got Abstract ? 2012

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