Author: the blighter's rock

even little pebbles have a song to sing


glumly gliding glockenspiel
banging blocky bells
wasted woody wifflenotes
softly splitting spells
every eager elbow
bends in on violins
and at the rear the tattledrums
hold the beatings in
a cricket batting stone guitar
strums striking miners moans
the flippy flute blows succour
upon the slide jawbones
then soon this song is over
with fader fingers poised
these steady bars of foolish gold
just descending into noise.


Songs of Home and Heartache : part one

steel guitaring echoes
of sadness and defeat
when Patsy gave me sweet dreams
in the heart of lonely street
and the needle always caught her
at the start of cigarettes
no matter how I’d set it right
I never can forget
just how those days are beaten in
and make of that boy the man
I tried to fall far from the tree
to find out who I am
all these countless heartaches later
when I’m thinking that I’m fine
I realise like old boy Merle
I’m still drinking yesterday’s wine.