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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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. |
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