Leon Williams ~ Lucie’s Pear

The Pear
by Chad Davidson

It’s the consistency of flesh that drives us,
how a pome ascends the stairs
of its origin. A boy shakes

pears down off the higher branches
as his friends scavenge underneath,
groping for the thing necks.

If you find yourself holding one,
hungry, if that’s the word,
then you are testament

to what festers in its fattened lobe
like a ball of sugar bees.
Here is Augustine, his thin

fingers tearing into skin
that barely holds the pulp
around its core. Poised nudes

forever in their sunny chairs,
they await whatever plucking
comes. When they’re eaten

with darkness plunging
always further into their hearts,
a few seeds ache then swell black

as appetite. Or as their profile
imitates a lover’s falling
breasts, we take them in

as we do our own bodies,
as infants do, wanting anything
to give our wanting form.

Happy Sunday.

Jan Uiterwijk ~ meeting on the other bank of the river

Hey Eddie, can you lend me a few bucks
Tonight can you get us a ride
Gotta make it through the tunnel
Got a meeting with a man on the other side
Hey Eddie, this guy, he’s the real thing
So if you want to come along
You gotta promise you won’t say anything
‘Cause this guy don’t dance
The word’s been passed, this is our last chance

We gotta stay cool tonight, Eddie
‘Cause man, we got ourselves out on that line
And if we blow this one
They ain’t gonna be looking for just me this timeAnd all we gotta do is hold up our end
Here, stuff this in your pocket
It’ll look like you’re carrying a friend
And remember, just don’t smile
Change your shirt, ’cause tonight we got style

Cherry says she’s gonna walk
‘Cause she found out I took her radio and hocked it
But Eddie, man, she don’t understand
That two grand’s practically sitting here in my pocket
And tonight’s gonna be everything that I said
And when I walk through that door
I’m just gonna throw that money on the bed
She’ll see this time I wasn’t just talking
Then I’m gonna go out walking


Hey Eddie, can you catch us a ride

Meri Walker ~ Too Much Lipstick?

Now … a few words from the master …

You don’t have to be beautiful
To turn me on
I just need your body, baby
From dusk till dawn
You don’t need experience
To turn me out
You just leave it all up to me
I’ll show you what it’s all about

You don’t have to be rich to be my girl
You don’t have to be cool to rule my world
Ain’t no particular sign I’m more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your KISS

You got to not talk dirty, baby
If you wanna impress me
You can’t be too flirty, mama
I know how to undress me
I want to be your fantasy
Maybe, you could be mine
You just leave it all up to me
We could have a real good time

You don’t have to be rich to be my girl
You don’t have to be cool to rule my world
Ain’t no particular sign I’m more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your KISS

I think I’d better dance now…..

Women, not girls, rule my world
I said they rule my world
Act your age woman, not your shoe size
Maybe we could do the twirl?
You don’t have to watch Dynasty
To have an attitude
You just leave it all up to me
My love will be your food

You don’t have to be rich to be my girl
You don’t have to be cool to rule my world
Ain’t no particular sign, I’m more compatible with,
I just want your extra time and your KISS

{video} Knox Bronson ~ NPR Tiny Desk Contest Entry

Shot on iPhone, of course!

I Want To Know (What You Told The Sun)

The song
You are
The light
Your eyes
The wind
Your hair
Your soft white thighs

I want to know what you told the sun
Everyone knows except me

Enclose me now
Your dark perfume
Your lips
Your skin
Your silent rooms

I want to know what you told the sun
Everyone know except me

Mute before your radiance
The incandescent storm
I want so much to hold you
To take you in my arms
You know you drive me crazy
The billion dollar prize
Tell me that you love me
I see it in your eyes

The song
Your light
So soft
So cruel
The ocean laughs
At this old fool

I want to know what you told the sun
Everyone know except me

Every year, NPR has a contest for people, independent musicians, to send in videos of themselves (or their bands) performing a piece of original music, with a desk nearby. It’s in the rules: there must be a desk. The winner gets flown to Washington, D.C., to perform in the studio and be broadcast all over the country. A friend sent me the link, so I made this video and entered.

Another friend saw the video and called me Mr. Rogers. Everybody is a comedian.

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