Poetic Divination

Since it appears that the Random Poem Generator at Verse Libre is down for the count (as is all of Verse Libre, apparently . . . a very, very sad loss) I’ll start posting other poems, lyrics, or odd passages are bumping up the signal-to-noise ratio in my head each day.

God knows you all probably have better things to do than look at what kind of crap is rattling around in my mind on any given day . . . but maybe you can glean some vague meaning to reflect on as you wander through your day. At least one of us should get something out of it.

That being said, here’s a little something called…

“Rhythm” by Jeff Tweedy

When red is bled

And petals blue

And in my sleepless head

Our love’s been dead a week or two

Sometimes, good times

Are stuck inside of you

And then they’re gone

But I don’t know why

A lot of things have changed

Since you said goodbye

There are reasons for you to love me

But I gave you none

So I tap my glass and hide my chin

And wonder who you’ve been in rhythm with

Sometimes, just time

Cars can’t escape

When clouds are gray and close

Not often, too far away

Blue has no value, power, or hue

For open skies, relationless

Carelessness is what I miss

And that’s how I think of you

Sometimes, good times

Were all we had to do

So I tap my glass and hide my chin

And wonder who you’ve been in rhythm with

So I tap my glass and hide my chin

And wonder who you’ve been in rhythm with

(For anyone who cares, Tweedy is the lead singer/songwriter for Wilco — a band that somehow knocked Elvis Costello out of the Number One slot in my head and heart well over a year ago . . . something that I used to think was impossible).