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Poetry
by
Debbie Andrews
Slideshow
The slideshow on the wall
White rectangle of memories -
a) Children dancing on the ruins in the 4 AM city
b) A white smoke genie billowing up from the manhole whispering,
"Don't be a machine today."
c) My hands with constellations on their fingertips, inked and filed for future crimes
I resist the momentum of ball bearings, levers
That roll my thoughts into the familiar groove
d) The sentence falls from my mouth like a cobweb disintegrating in the rain
"Don't be a machine today."
e) Sweet smelling tourists straight from their vacuum sealed houses
f) Death mask, our equal footing
"Don't."
g)
h) Deer caught in the sketch of a tree
"Don't be a machine today."
Dennis
Dennis is a Jesus man
These days that is
Pamphlets for Bible study
Offered to passers - by
The card said "Ministry - Sundays"
No sign of the singer I once knew
Embroiled in music in ambition
Took off our clothes
And sang for love, for art
Back then
When there were still people
Who were listening
I'm still embroiled in music in ambition
No Jesus can take me off this journey
Take off my psychic clothes and sing for love
There's no sign of the Dennis from then
Come to Sunday meetin'
Dennis is a Jesus man
Hurricane
Staggering beneath the good thoughts
I try not to tip over
But I can only feel the air
As I'm falling down or
Falling.. up
...the funnel
Thrown into the sky
Spun and hurled
Through this life
My own little hurricane
Who do I still get to be
When it's all over?
Out from under the debris
The new skin emerges
With no memory
Pop Music Killed Itself
Pop music killed itself
Can't say just when
No trace of it for a long time
Don't you do it
Don't do hopeful charades
Of ancient rock star script
Pawned off as futuristic currency
Pucker up lips sing, hips move
Vacant sex look wants me
To buy me
Something
Just write and sing and dream
All by yourself
Into the void
Don't listen to harvard-grads-with-hummer-dreams
When they tell you to get on
The mono theme park ear ride
Disneyfied, sanctified
Emptified with God vitamins
And all that good-for-youness
Don't do it, die your own death
Just glide through the maze of machine eyes
Vaporous and gossimer wind behind you
Invisible flight
Nothing true but you
Lonely, lonely you
Be you
Stand it
Snow Job
The snow
Driving me
Around this city
All meaning
Abbreviated
Like strip malls
Here where
Nothing stretches out
To be itself
Disguised for so long
It disappears
Becomes mulch
And conclusions
The streets are falling
Gently to the ground
In flakes
Nothing changes
In your face
The sun explodes
Animals become extinct
The child grows up
To be in jail
And nothing changes
In your face
The lights are
Jewels on the ground
But don't examine
Take my word
And let them be that
Exhiled
Annointed
I take drugs
To grow eyes
That can see
The purpose of all this
Everyone drugged
To be a brick
In the wall of illusion
To desire this
Going nowhere
The snow god
Painting it white
Slip covering the fire
Underground
You've seen it
But still
You're face
Won't ignite
Homeless
I watched the homeless one
Build a nest
From my second story window seat
Behind a piano, I played music
No one heard
He gathered what he'd found
Set up cardboard walls
Eyes diverted
People walked by
I played music no one heard
So I played for him
I made up a song
It had that sound
Like we both knew
No one was going to save us
He crawled inside his cardboard walls
I played music no one heard
Incognito
Leftover silence
Sits in the rundown boat
Waiting by the shore
On the cool green lake
The sun inside your eye
Burned a bullseye into my heart
Under skies like Magritte
In the still Niagra summer
I walked backwards and fell
Into the impulse river
I saw the devil rehearsing
In his undershirt and bearded disguise
Next to the river rock and smoke
I went nowhere on purpose
And found a new incognito
Art Part
The art part
Yododudi
Fashion a poem
Fashion a life
With these
Disparate
Patchouli
Parts
A hairdo
For now
Conclusions
For later
Improvisation
Or planning
Voices that shout
Voices that carry
Internal
Messages of searching
Beauty in her face
In her
Memory desire
The past
Won't stay under
And drown
I liked you better
When uncertainty
Was more
Of a comfort
To you
Than
A threat
Florence
Memories of perfection behind
The chiseled marble eyes
Staring out at the year 2000
I'm opening doors
Carved in 1436
Looking into ancient chaos
With present eyes
Looking out of ancient eyes
Into present chaos
The giant statue looming
Threatening me with beauty
Oh to be regarded in
My frozen moment of perfection
Immune to all
Projections of meaning
Foisted upon me
Insistent marble
Same relentless beauty
Enduring
Florence was
Florence is
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Lyrics
Hallways and Doors
by Debbie Andrews and Mike Blaxill
All the stars are words
I read them at night
And the story is always the same
Though my eyes are wide open
I can't see very far
Cause all I see is you there and
Hallways and doors
And lights and skin
Hallways and doors
You can tell when it's over
The mirrors are gone
But tonight you appear
In between dreams
So I wonder where the end is
And why I let you go
Cause I'm haunted by the memory of
Hallways and doors
And lights and skin
Hallways and doors
End
of the World
by Debbie Andrews & Mike Blaxill
The newspapers say it's the end of the world
Boys and girls becoming god-fearing
A big old comet is heading our way
And some say we'll soon be disappearing
Well, well now here's what I'm thinking
Let's head on down to the swimming hole
Well, well now here's what I'm thinking
Let's swim out deep where the water is cold
The sidewalk preachers are out competing
Hear em screaming and waving their bibles
While the radio sings bout the days of malaise
In a phrase, the downward spiral
Well, well now here's what I'm thinking
Let's head on down to the swimming hole
Well, well now here's what I'm thinking
Let's swim out deep where the water is cold
We'll walk inside of a cartoon
We'll float downstream on a lagoon
We'll hear the calling of a loon
And like true lovers we will swoon
They're spending all their money in the penny arcades
Betting way too late that luck will get better
The time on the clock tower seems to be slowing
As if it's knowing this ain't forever
Well, well now here's what I'm thinking
Let's head on down to the swimming hole
Well, well now here's what I'm thinking
Let's swim out deep where the water is cold
L.A.
by Debbie Andrews & Mike Blaxill
All the dreary shells
Of promises here sunning themselves
Anywhere in America
The sun shines and lightens the load
Not here in LA
Just one more wonder with limitations
Another fallible solution
How come that the sun don't mean
What it always means
It lies right to your face
They all trust the sun
The hustlers with their dreamer eyes
That squint direct into it
Stare it down till it gives the miracle
That ends the wait
No more of the same suspense
Find out the one who did it
How come that the sun don't mean
What it always means
It lies right to your face
The weak and the strong forces meet
Creating and annihilating
How come that the sun don't mean
What it always means
It lies right to your face
In LA the sun's the king
Ruling everything
It lies right to your face
Girl
On Empty
by Debbie Andrews & Mike Blaxill
This glass of wine tastes like the past
She always knew the die was cast
Theres no rearranging what's in front of me
She was a girl on empty
With such a long way to go
She'll find the end of the highway
Some day
I
was the tether to the ground
She never wanted to be found
I can feel her shadow following me
She was a girl on empty
With such a long way to go
She'll find the end of the highway
Some day
She said that New York City's got
The biggest slice of truth around
But just as you can see your dream
It's turning back the other way
She was a girl on empty
With such a long way to go
She'll find the end of the highway
Some day
Resurrection
by Debbie Andrews & Mike Blaxill
I'm down, I'm fine
I'm like the ballerina on a plus sign
Dying for what's all mine
We lost, we're near
All that coming back just to get here
Carrying the mirror
The rapture hanging from the walls
The stone is singing back the tale
I float, I burn
The same old paradise is where we all learn
Faces we remember
We fell, we won
The angel bait you left I couldn't outrun
Ties are coming undone
The broken colors shining down
The bloody fingers pointing up
Always
An Angel
by Debbie Andrews
It
comes to me during the sleeping
It comes to me out of the blue
The way lightning can flash on a meadow
The way truth leaves a residue, I hear
Don't
be afraid of the headlights
Don't be afraid of the dark
There's always an angel beside you
To carry your heart
At night I can feel resolution
Wash over me just like a wave
Something is holding my hand now
There's voices that whisper I'm safe, I hear
Don't
be afraid of the headlights
Don't be afraid of the dark
There's always an angel beside you
To carry your heart
It comes to me during the sleeping
It comes to me out of the blue
Wandering in from the shadows
And leaving a present for you, I hear
Don't
be afraid of the headlights
Don't be afraid of the dark
There's always an angel beside you
To carry your heart
Surrounded
By Windows
by Debbie Andrews & Mike Blaxill
The
dark had crept as the rain it swept
Across the clean horizon
My aim was tall, I could see it all
Cause the light was shining down
I felt the earth inside of me
I felt it spinning round
I touched the moon in front of me
Oh, I can see where the wind blows
Surrounded by windows
The
sun had set over Marrakesh
Like a seal of gold approval
Miles, he plays as the evening fades
And the sky paints a tapestry
So
after all the many
Singularity
That's where you'll find company
Oh, I can see where the wind blows
Surrounded by windows
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