D. B. COX


shades of ray

dark shades of ray

swaying to

fatback funk

& blue indigo


incognito,

comping dirges so slow,

the drummer's lost

& looking for a tempo --


sweet gospel

heal your soul

throw your crutches

away -- lean on ray


say amen somebody.


river of fingers

leafing through

keys looking for a lost

note - the flatted fifth


of the apocalypse.


i think

i heard it today

just about the time

ray's unbound soul


quit this

bone cold world

on angel wings

of thunder


a world without ray -

who wants it?


i'm gonna paint

my windows black

as foster-grants

& go to bed forever.


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the ward

"I'm a Vietnam veteran. I gave America my all, and the leaders
of this government threw me and others away to rot in their
VA hospitals."
- Ron Kovic

sometimes at night,

after the last light

has been doused,

& the holy meds


have rendered me

oblivious to the pain,

& night-smells

of the ward,


i can feel

the void

that stretches

out from my body

in every direction --


360 degrees

of seclusion,

dead as a disconnected

phone.


sometimes,

i reach blindly into

that coal-black

absence,

hoping


my fingers

will brush

against

something

i can hold onto.


maybe

a wayward angel,

who might

allow a little

unaccustomed mercy,


& lift me

above

these broken places;

back to the days

& faces,


i hadn't even known

i'd loved.


Copyright 2004 D.B. COX. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED


D.B.Cox:
Blues musician/poet, originally from South Carolina, currently resides
in Watertown Massachusetts. Uses a Les Paul Standard, tuned to Open
E chord for slide guitar, and prefers a glass slide to a metal one. No longer
takes requests when he plays out.






2003 Underground Voices