Week 1 challenge: dreams. I had this one the morning of the inauguration and awakened feeling in my bones that it was connected.
Musically, this was an excuse to work with compound (i.e., non-tertian, non-quartal, non-secundal) harmonies and soundscapes.
bare sycamore trees
sub-zero and a stiff breeze
the world a sarcophagus in ice
yeah, I got the news.
why am I wearing a button-down shirt
a vest and leather soled shoes?
sidewalks heavy with two feet of snow
people need things
they always do
I said I'd go
Main Street in the valley
twenty percent going down
general store halfway up the other hill
and me on this side of town
can't get traction,
the best I can hope for is to slide
I ain't dressed for this action
ah, this is gonna be a hell of a ride
I am sliding down in a crouch
and I am not in control
taking everybody's problems down with me
as fast as gravity allows me to go
stop light at the foot of the hill
traffic running both ways
hasn't the highway department sanded?
my mind counting backward the days
and the nights
and the embarrassments
and the sacrifices
and the pleasures
and the triumphs and the defeats
and all those god damn sacrifices
and the bad times
and the good times
and the summers
and the winters
then I'm sliding up the other hill
still somehow on my feet
I come to rest at the roadhouse
and collapse back on my seat
not thinking I got lucky
not thinking how I could have died
only thing that's on my mind
how am I gonna get back up the other side?