a circus mind

buzzcocks – why can’t i touch it

ryanwcox — Fri, 04 May 2012 00:21:21 +0000

Perhaps the eternal question on the tip of every wise white bearded flowing robe Buddhist master, 4 year old curious George jungle gym rat, grown up stressed out credit card maxed out adult, high school uncool class clown, right wing conservative starched cardboard businessman, little old lady walking down the street when she can, and every oatmeal flavored Jane and John Doe are dying to scream out, sing out, shout out, call out, squeal out, tap out the words from their mouth…Why Can’t I Touch It??

elton john – goodbye to yellow brick road

ryanwcox — Sun, 29 Apr 2012 21:09:15 +0000

Feeling so high you feel your feet separate from the place where you knew it to be a familiar space, not knowing when floor will meet my senses right underneath my nose, I thought about all those lessons from my folks and friends but I never listened to the lessons I kept experimenting, I kept testing the waters to see just how the deep the water could possibly be and what’s beneath all the dark blue those were the questions for me but when you are searching you find you had in you what you had been searching for outside of you.

mungo jerry – in the summertime

ryanwcox — Sat, 28 Apr 2012 19:23:03 +0000

Right up there on my list of happiest songs and something to whistle along to as God cranks up the oven, the beads of sweat hang on an eyebrow, trickle around the corner of your eye and relax on the tip of your nose to cannonball past your lips to never return only for his friend to come racing up behind him screaming my turn, thick black frames rest on my nose slipping moving hiding the direction of the corner of my eyes to all of God’s beauty barely there in the summertime.

owsley brothers – bitter end

ryanwcox — Tue, 24 Apr 2012 01:23:33 +0000

With that fist first broken glass gashed punch, the open mouthed slack jawed crocodile hunch, wandering eyes wandering through, the barroom looking in the eye, of every wanderer, hanging on to the bottle, hanging on to his life, knuckles wrecked and raw, without a nickel to phone home to ma’, on my crooked path I left behind my better half, I left behind my salesman smile and my preacher’s laugh, all I am now is wrapped in a bottle of bourbon, hanging on to the bitter end.

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Bitter End by the Owsley Brothers

vacationer – gone

ryanwcox — Fri, 20 Apr 2012 02:13:52 +0000

With that straight from my lover’s heart beat, with the fairies wings mellow keys, a quick fix straight from the arrow from the hand, from my fingers through the air cutting the evening sins, the persisting bass line persisting the evening grins, the fix quickly descends and I want the beat to never end.

george mccrae – i get lifted

ryanwcox — Thu, 19 Apr 2012 04:04:31 +0000

Walking through the springtime evening, walking without thought or feeling, walking without the feel of the breeze breezing, perfectly calm perfectly clear, walking without the Monday fear but clear with the beat of the beat beating, the keys sprinkled in, like the rays of the sun shining, writing these words without the thought of time but in time all about timing, and I am writing with the thought that my thoughts have shifted to the thought of George McCrae I Get Lifted

jack white – love interruption

ryanwcox — Tue, 17 Apr 2012 00:34:45 +0000

The perception of the color evoked by light, holding hands with the color that absorbs the color of night, like fingers rolling across piano keys, the dominoes bending down to their knees, square end over end, down the spiral which seems to never end, your silk white hangs on your shoulders with the effort of angel’s light, your nineteen fifty microphone and your doo-wop hairdo and all of the violence, but I just wanted to love you!

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ko ko – float

ryanwcox — Mon, 16 Apr 2012 02:59:47 +0000

Breathing slow and sitting still waiting for the words to meet me still, my mind is unraveling from the repetition of the motion of my thoughts moving towards divine will, but even a glance to the friendly stars and the glowing distant planet Mars and the darkness and satellites fighting wars, looking out there I retreat in here without being able to penetrate any further than the mirror, lucky Alice she follows the the bouncing white with wrist watch tic tocs in the late day early night and all this time is ticking away speechless searching for the words to say, without knowing the secret or the inside joke, I am left on my own to sit here and float.

lou reed – walk on the wild side

ryanwcox — Mon, 09 Apr 2012 02:09:19 +0000

The pulse in my wrist beating the veins crossed over my knuckles underneath the wrinkles to my finger tips, I left the the beating city behind me, I waved goodbye to the Brooklyn hipster kids, my last subway below the city hidden, my last walk down West Village Hudson, soul food soul mood red light black and white Harlem, 126th and Lenox my soul food fix, the tree lines avenues and streets and the ghosts of Greenwhich, with my eyes open wide, I have to conclude my two week stride, with a walk on the wild side.

hospitality – friends of friends

ryanwcox — Tue, 03 Apr 2012 22:57:44 +0000

The stars and stripes whip in the wind, the stripes fold over the stars in the hearts of new old friends, the blank thoughts that freeze my fingers enter again, wringing my mind for the signal to begin again, my thumbs resting on the space bar and my knuckles buckled in an arch, but the electricity that surrounds me has generated no white hot spark, but the same subway car, bouncer ballroom bar door, city steam morning dream, fruit and flower cart, the walking working headphone listening silent speak, exit left in disbelief, my new old friends connected city army, marching to the beat.