Summer is all a green air— From the brilliant lawn, sopranos Through murmuring hedges Accompanied by some poplars; In fields of wheat, surprises; Through faraway pastures, flows To the horizon’s blues In slow decrescendos.
Summer is all a green sound— Rippling in the foreground To that soft applause, The foam of Queen Anne’s lace. Green, green in the ear Is all we care to hear— Until a field suddenly flashes The singing with so sharp A yellow that it crashes Loud cymbals in the ear, Minor has turned to major As summer, lulling and so mild, Goes golden-buttercup-wild.
Sunset is an angel weeping Holding out a bloody sword No matter how I squint I cannot Make out what it’s pointing toward Sometimes you feel like you’ve lived too long Days drip slowly on the page You catch yourself Pacing the cage
I’ve proven who I am so many times The magnetic strip’s worn thin And each time I was someone else And every one was taken in Hours chatter in high places Stir up eddies in the dust of rage Set me to pacing the cage
I never knew what you all wanted So I gave you everything All that I could pillage All the spells that I could sing It’s as if the thing were written In the constitution of the age Sooner or later you’ll wind up Pacing the cage
Sometimes the best map will not guide you You can’t see what’s round the bend Sometimes the road leads through dark places Sometimes the darkness is your friend Today these eyes scan bleached-out land For the coming of the outbound stage Pacing the cage –B. Cockburn
… over the course of a remarkable life and career, he evolved. From addiction to three decades of sobriety. From sordid escapades as a dealer and pimp to Disney soundtracks and the model for sleepy-eyed, jive-talking Muppet musician Dr. Teeth. From hometown outcast to one of its most outspoken advocates and beloved characters. read more at:https://www.theadvocate.com/new_orleans