String Bass Adrian Green Some like to dominate, others caress a voluptuous rhythm on pliant strings. This pulse drives life through wanton counterpoint, the heart and harmony of things.
Mirror Adrian Green There are no lies in the morning no cheating of age an illusion of eye smoothing skin over bone. No portrait hidden away becoming skeletal and demanding release. Another day to face, my confessor, so laugh at this charting of years.
The Tenor Man Adrian Green Pottering around the stage, a hyperactive ancient in his own backyard independent of the band it seems. Disrhythmic shuffling of ashtray, beer, a pack of cigarettes, adjusting microphones, then in the middle eight he draws, exhales, and catches breath, stoops...
Bluenote Time Adrian Green In the soft jazz and midnight hour your eyes are dancing close to mine a sway of hips, a touch of lips while on the stand piano player”s fingers dance around the tune above a gentle touch caressing music from the...
A Prayer For Artemis Aeschylus STROPHE IV Though Zeus plan all things right, Yet is his heart’s desire full hard to trace; Nathless in every place Brightly it gleameth, e’en in darkest night, Fraught with black fate to man’s speech-gifted race. ANTISTROPHE IV Steadfast, ne’er...
Warning To The Mighty Adelaide Crapsey Ere the horne’d owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there shall Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away, ”Here’s a King,’ the worms shall say.’
Vendor’s Song Adelaide Crapsey My songs to sell, sweet maid! I pray you buy. Here’s one will win a lady’s tears, Here’s one will make her gay, Here’s one will charm your true love true Forever and a day; Good sir, I pray you buy!...
To The Dead In The Grave-Yard Under My Window Adelaide Crapsey How can you lie so still? All day I watch And never a blade of all the green sod moves To show where restlessly you toss and turn, And fling a desperate arm or...
The Witch Adelaide Crapsey When I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphinx, Learned all his dreaming from eyes. I bore in Greece a burning name, And I have been in Italy Madonna to...
The Saying Of II Haboul Adelaide Crapsey Guardian Of The Treasure Of Solomon And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armour My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but As dust before the wind am I Myself.
