tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15669434497987963092024-03-08T09:46:57.339-08:00Carrie Bradley lyricsCarrie B Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17548224311579602954noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566943449798796309.post-54299320758203234912010-08-26T16:25:00.000-07:002010-08-30T19:02:50.186-07:00The 1812 Overture of 2006 (Neves 2010)This is the story of the pain and the ass<div>Neither role is played by me</div><div>But I work on them in my acting class</div><div>That meets every day here by the sea</div><div><br /></div><div>Lesson 1: Eschew sneezing.</div><div>Lesson 2: Keep your eye out of the navel.</div><div>Lesson 3: Can you draw a conclusion--</div><div>about that heron </div><div>standing on the water table?</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, </div><div>4: fiddle fern.</div><div>5: Ribbon candy.</div><div>6: Uterus</div><div><br /></div><div>Here upon the bus</div><div>Things lie somewhere between gooey and neat</div><div>Me and my baggage and the pain and the ass</div><div>Ride the hard seat to the beach.</div><div><div><br /></div></div>Carrie B Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17548224311579602954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566943449798796309.post-15080818278976029922010-08-25T12:53:00.000-07:002010-08-30T19:03:49.491-07:00Lurking CurveHe said, "It's really complex."<div>I said, ". . . convex?"</div><div>"No--comPLEX."</div><div><br /></div><div>Perplexing</div><div>Upside your head/my head</div><div>The upside is,</div><div><br /></div><div>oh yeah, I learned:</div><div>I was careful what I wished for</div><div>But a crystal ball has </div><div>all those lurking curves</div><div><br /></div><div>To turn you upside down</div><div>The worst enemy, I've found, </div><div>Is (me)eting your maker--again.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wish </div><div>I could sink into the ocean </div><div>and swim into a tulip-shaped tide</div><div><br /></div><div>I wish </div><div>I could remember to ride</div><div>the rhythm of the water</div><div>and keep the sand out of my eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div>A grain of sand </div><div>will drive you blind.</div><div><br /></div><div>Trade you an hourglass</div><div>for a crystal ball.</div><div>I wish.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Carrie B Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17548224311579602954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566943449798796309.post-37113794407995749882010-08-25T12:38:00.000-07:002010-08-30T19:04:54.305-07:00Small AweIn a lake in autumn<div>touch my nose to water</div><div>and reflect</div><div><br /></div><div>Symmetry</div><div>when everything turns round hope</div><div>Oh, symmetry of hope</div><div>and a blur of spokes rolling home . . .</div><div>all small awe sent to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Years searching for a good fit</div><div>One without a pinch</div><div>Yeah--tell that to the balloon dog</div><div><br /></div><div>Symmetry</div><div>pinwheels, balls, and breasts</div><div>Oh, symmetry of death</div><div>and wasted days and breath</div><div>through it all, small awe was sent to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Who will be your mirror?</div><div>and who will be your knife?</div><div>Bright light of chaos can pinpoint </div><div>tothe rest of your life</div><div><br /></div><div>Symmetry</div><div>like rows of hedgerows</div><div>or seventies hair</div><div>Oh! symmetry of hair!</div><div>Oh, amazing love affair</div><div>And all small awe--you were sent to me.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Carrie B Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17548224311579602954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566943449798796309.post-54889359847806157582010-08-25T12:29:00.000-07:002010-08-25T12:35:57.600-07:00Finder of the OwlHalf-empty glass<div>menagerie</div><div>full-up with</div><div>possibility</div><div><br /></div><div>Possum play</div><div>drama queen . . .be </div><div>still</div><div>be</div><div>hold</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to be</div><div>the finder of the owl.</div><div><br /></div><div>The finder of the owl</div><div>through camouflage of doubt</div><div>Uncowed by chaos</div><div>You know who</div><div><br /></div><div>The cows come home to chew</div><div>Under the rooster</div><div>and big, warm moon</div><div>Like a runaway plate</div><div>Oh, cozy self-hate!</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to fly into the dark</div><div>And see each tiny movement of your heart</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to be</div><div>the finder of the owl.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>The finder of the owl</div><div>through camouflage of doubt</div><div>Uncowed by chaos</div><div>You know who</div><div><br /></div><div>okay, us.</div><div>Oh, chaos.</div><div><br /></div><div>The finder of the owl</div><div><div>when my spirit sings out loud</div><div>Uncowed by chaos</div><div>You know woo woo woo</div></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Carrie B Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17548224311579602954noreply@blogger.com0