RodWords

Selections From 

NEW DREAMS 

SERIOUS AND FUNNY

 September 1984 to August 1985

         EDIBLE PRAISES

No music touches

the inside of knowing You.

I even welcome the

frustrations of

how frail I am

because on a grim morning

like this

You scoop up my flavors

and cake me

into, I hope, 

a humble pie of

edible praises.

New Drawings In Sound 

or

The RobloDrummers of Rubolio

Music makes a

nother reality.

Sonoric ribbons of noise,

layered from sharp to soft

from loud to vacant

from tall pools up-spilling 

to

oceans of musorium

to down-scale droplets of

percussive paradiddles,

transitory, nebulous,

trittle-worthy and

vast in tonality but

difficult to embrace

without a pair of

Gluzonic Glagg-Bobs.

(Ear Plugs)

Sound preposterous?

Then you've never heard

 of the fabled 

Rublo-Droommers of 

Clashton, Robolioo.

Neither have I.

But here's a picture.

         B  O  R  N     A  G  A  I  N

Caught a slice of

new dimension

took a diamond to my heart

and

signatured a love song there

born of notes

blown free of time

and worries swept away by

forceful wind out

through the window

and now...

a babe is raised

into the thunderous air

gasping in the atmosphere

of a new reality.........

so am I

                born

                again.

         Lightning Play

Come play in the lightning

up the Most High thunder-flash stairs,

back stroke in the soupy fire

shoot down blood-fast arteries

dig, smiling in the dirt-crest mantle, drink

big gulps of neon atmosphere

and take in

the whirly-blast song of the night

(chew the dry vitamins of history if you must)

but mostly,

come stand in the light

come live in the love.

My first collection of multi-track music, on cassette, appeared in 1985.

Mostly solo-stuff. A few pieces with friends.

And the tape begins with the first 4-track song, LAUGH.

L to R: cassette cover, cassette tape, liner notes.

                                                     LAUGH (the poem)

                                                         scratch symphonies

                                                         turtle songs by

                                                         tortoise choir

                                                         tone-tunnels

                                                         through subsequent earth

                                                         with melodies made of

                                                         cloud strand and sky fiber.

                                                         trace-jotting harmonics

                                                         through fields of blue

                                                         or the little

                                                         synth-fusion jamboree

                                                         by believer-bugs

                                                         at toadstool keyboards.

                                                         Anthemic blasts from Zion

                                                         to the pulse-rhythms

                                                         of heartbeat time:

                                                         orchestrations of man,

                                                         the universe and the far

                                                         countries of glass...

                                                         see how it all begins

                                                         with a

                                                         laugh.

         D prayer

dreary

droopy

drowsy don't

drop

me Lord

if You ever did

I'd die, and

shatter into a 

million puzzle pieces

like

the ones You've taken years

to put together.
But then again,
doubtless
dish-washed
delighted
I know
You never would
drop me
Lord.

         ZOO

Met my family at the zoo,

let the animals tell their stories

octopus and kangaroo

rhino, lobster, flea
monkey, sloth and bee

spots ascend the neck giraffe
(nothing rhymes except carafe)

stripes wrap pipes around

the zebra

the tortoise took his time

flamingos did their mime

someone said, "Look, an amoeba!"

I didn't turn, but learned

about penguins

dressed for evenings on the ice

and peacocks whose

tails spread paradise

or ostriches who

try to look nice but

fail

I saw the snail

when I met my 
animal family

at the zoo.