something old just discovered [a senryu]

 

how did I miss that?
 
music from my past, unheard
 
musical delight

no boogey woogey

not in the mood

for boogey woogey tonight

I put on the vinyl, listening

to old new music.

art I had missed

twenty-five years passed,

when my mind was somewhere else

before my mind started

to find its way home.

not in the mood

for wailing blues tonight

not even this

old new

Box of Frogs.

I need razor notes, or even

chiming, jangly chords,

with words that make me

nod in assent

some Maximum R&B that really isn't

notes only up

no blue ones,

with tops that are down turned

nothing that bows low, to the earth,

near the dirt.

tonight I need air,

lightning,

razor chimes.

© 2010 Marc S. McCune

could not tell you

my thoughts spill out,
but I don't always know
how to catch them
don't know how to dress them up
so that you can see
what I see

these ideas pour forth
but the words to show
the world that exists
behind the veneer
escape me
makes me struggle to tool them
forge some meaning
to make you understand

©January 2010 by Marc S. McCune, All Rights Reserved