Frankie and the Witch Fingers’ wiped the sweat out of their eyes. It was a hot summer night as they ducked into Milwaukee’s Cactus Club for sound check. Later that night, they would be an endless source of power between the anthem and the poetic.
Brown Blue brown Smash the windows We’ll laugh about it after Closed up like an iron twist My feet and toes lift Up with the bottle juice Up with the smoke Down with the lights Down with sticks in the mud
The Rabbit eats grass Grass eats the rabbit Everyone shows up for dinner . . In the morning I bathe in cold water and become the land . . Spring grass, autumn tree pale green are new shoots of leaves then brighten to red .
my feet and hands moving pushed by the music flooding my veins and my heart. about to burst with the melodies buzzing and moving. Like a hurricane, I threw myself at the shore of the wall and the bodies of the human trees, tearing up
Slow my woman blooms unfamiliar Crescendo Only dreams of curled toes – Cigarette burns. On Arms to distract from pain Of the mental sort – I treat holidays Like work days and workdays like Holidays too short – Feet and hands too cold Stiff
I’ve been starving and all I can grab onto are your words Ballooning up Strings hanging down As if waiting for my fingers To pull those thin ribbons Toward me And I can hear the ocean calling to the both of us Pouring sound into