here is a piece from Barry Gremillion's new CD Hat Songs
I thought some here might get a grin out of it.
It's Called Old Sad Cecil.
http://www.studioeight.tv/musicpost/sadcecil.mp3
Music for the party
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12.31.2002
beautiful music from 2beautiful men....
my last years poem here......
---------
january, guilt lost turned clocks,
robbed minutes rhymed,
february noose loosed, second
hands ticked, tricked, let go,
march, snow late winter splinters,
wood and wouldn't dare try,
april voice chosen, respect
avec and amid and in spite of
may i know you really, spring brings
gardens in a miracle tune
june lust just the right size
bigger than joy harder than must
july visiting in depth hot steam
summer in the south until
august first comes home
riding thirty-six hours, dyed sedation jarred,
september armed for turning leaves,
colors brighter, right with light smiles,
october falls face up, projected, starred;
imperial verse typed, set , letting in
november's sting, autumning
like seasonal coming,
december, humming carols
heralded
in family.
two thousand and three
two thousand and three.
we approach with reverence.
there are blessings
given freely from the gods.
heaven scent.
i inhale your
prayer, thankful
for the year,
you finally
here.
i penciled you in and you came.
i name this year for you.
you are the coming true
of dreams, three hundred and
sixty five days revolving
january
january
january
coming again never late
soon to sate, soon to sate,
slowly
like a full moon rising
setting falling rising
falling
home
12.31.2002
my last years poem here......
---------
january, guilt lost turned clocks,
robbed minutes rhymed,
february noose loosed, second
hands ticked, tricked, let go,
march, snow late winter splinters,
wood and wouldn't dare try,
april voice chosen, respect
avec and amid and in spite of
may i know you really, spring brings
gardens in a miracle tune
june lust just the right size
bigger than joy harder than must
july visiting in depth hot steam
summer in the south until
august first comes home
riding thirty-six hours, dyed sedation jarred,
september armed for turning leaves,
colors brighter, right with light smiles,
october falls face up, projected, starred;
imperial verse typed, set , letting in
november's sting, autumning
like seasonal coming,
december, humming carols
heralded
in family.
two thousand and three
two thousand and three.
we approach with reverence.
there are blessings
given freely from the gods.
heaven scent.
i inhale your
prayer, thankful
for the year,
you finally
here.
i penciled you in and you came.
i name this year for you.
you are the coming true
of dreams, three hundred and
sixty five days revolving
january
january
january
coming again never late
soon to sate, soon to sate,
slowly
like a full moon rising
setting falling rising
falling
home
12.31.2002
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