Friday Night Lights Project: Week #41

With the swirl and bombast or Tortoise still ringing in my ears, I bring to you this 41st edition of the Friday Night Lights Project. While I was out collecting sounds, Cindy was exploring the boundary of barb wire and Ashley was deep in the weather, awaiting a transformation. And in it all, we found the light.

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There could be snow
there could be more than
a fifty percent chance

this rain will admit that,
yes, deep down, it is ice
outslicking oil spots

in my driveway
taking a call
there could be a man

who could be more than
his occupation
tapping his lucky shell

and the phone a final time
hopeful this work day
turns into something else

AM

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CK

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rudder through humid streets
salt spectres pulled by
the current of music

past the boys who circle their
boom box fingers shredding air
to a Metallica riff

the cabbie with the black eye and
broken arm who nods along to The Kinks as if
he’s just left his own battered Lola

the brown-skinned teen all sensation
below the hips hula-hooping a hundred
turns a real California Girl

to the busker who stands in a single
spot of streetlamp his sodden skeleton
shimmying to The Stones

while a halo of moths spins
more than the coins at his feet
they urge him to play on

GN