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© Copyright 2007, Saij

 

 

 

the shadow in

a folded leaf

holding wine

 

 

 

red burgundy

blood

sparrow made

 

 

 

centuries in the making

bastard child

the forest

 

 

 

crumpling in time

under pressure

of chainsaws

 

 

 

mud pits

grass growing

reeds

 

 

 

in concrete cracks

i can see them

and they mock me

 

 

 

gusts of wind

i watch

carrying mist

 

 

 

sever and rob

blowing dust

in my face

Sing Your Songs

Sing your Songs

Copyright © 2006, Saij

 

 

VERSE 1

You covered us with gold leaf baby

and sparkles from the moon

But with all the shine and polish, baby

we’re the darkest in the room

 

 

CHORUS

You ain’t gotta sing your songs in here

you ain’t gotta pull me by the ear

you ain’t gotta drown me with you tongue

and your body and your tears

you ain’t gotta stab me with you eye

you ain’t gotta hold me by the fly

you ain’t gotta hit me with you hand

and with your body and your mind

 

VERSE 2

you were the black satin dancer

moving with the mandolin

but with all the desperate breathing baby

we can’t go back again

 

CHORUS

 

 

VERSE 3

we got our ancient faces baby,

like two rain beaten stones

and the ripples hug the river baby

and they tap the closing tones

 

CHORUS

It’s off of my latest album, The Acropolis.  And is about the last kiss before the end.

(Cross-posted at GoodTithings)

A Study of Tundra

(c) Copyright 2007, by Saij

Some will give birth within days

and I will cut open their bellies and let it run

over the table like a draining glacier in the desert

 

And others alone will do as well with their wombs

and let the offspring wander

ever deeper into the dark-white

 

And the sound sucked back

like the inhale of some beast preempting its’ roar

will be left rattling in the air forever

 

My new book of poetry, “On The Bestial Floor” is available here.

(cross posted at GoodTithings)

(Cross Posted at GoodTithings)

This Poem is one I wrote as a study of a particular pair of forms called the Villanelle and Terza Rima. It doesn’t follow the forms exactly but uses them as a jumping off point. Terza Rima was first used by Dante in his Devine Comedia.

This poem is from my recent book, “On the Bestial Floor.“

Villanelle, or: Study of Terza Rima
(c) Copyright 2007, Saij

East of sleep and dreams,
the dim coming times,
like a sea that brooks no means.

Carve’n dreamer fell,
hung like sweating leaves,
drip down the garden well.

The peddles feast and descend,
they walk a show and tell,
where the sand and sea have hardened.

Of these, and of the age,
I’m here to play the warden,
where bursting tears splay the cage.

And on a silent singing thread
we shadowed ‘cross the stage,
where sea-born fingers bled.

I stood in wait like marbled beast,
and woke here in my bed,
leaving dreams that wander east
and sink in salted ocean feast

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4526 NE Sandy

Portland, OR

6PM – 9 PM

I’ll be playing at the Pirates Tavern in NW Portland on March 10th. It’s a Pirate themed Vegan restaurant/bar. Yep, you heard me! (map)

My man Jesse Espinoza is gonna open and start around 7:30. I’ll go on at 8:30.

The show is gonna be really stripped down, unplugged. It’s a great venue, where the artists play up above the bar.

For a taste of my music when it isn’t unplugged, check out Alterside.com