Listening to La Ciengea Just Smiled

Listening to La Ciengea Just Smiled

four o’clock in the afternoon

listening to La Ciengea Just Smiled

                (while Ryan Adams sings)

sun dances slowly on the windowsill

                and here I am

raising tender mercies

the ones that are crystalline

in the confessional verse of

creative malice

a curious engagement rehearsed

guardedly while the moon is low

& heavy

listening to La Ciengea Just Smiled

the blue vase he gave me filled with

                vetch and iris blooms

a fire fetches deep down inside

                poems lay on the desk

unfinished

where they will remain

until the piano player explains

                himself

listening to La Ciengea Just Smiled

on repeat

                 then Gram Parsons       

                                Grievous Angel

**

'Heartbreaker' is one of my all-time favorite records, beloved for its sad power and skillful songwriting. The news that Ryan Adams is releasing it shortly in a deluxe box-set THRILLS me and makes it that much more important to acquire a turn-table. I. Must. Have. I. MUST. 

I wrote this little poem listening to the titled song on repeat. That part is truth. The rest, as they say, is fiction. 

Is that a saying? 

Oh hey.

Anyhow, both songs mentioned in the poem are gems. If you aren't familiar, go listen. You should. Actually, you must. 

Aren't I bossy today?

In propinquity,

Nic

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