Get Behind Me Satan (Way, Way Back)

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Dogs, dogs, dogs, dogs, the street is filled with dogs, Fetid and hot, thin and barking, And the damn sun is in my eyes. What if voluptuous pleasure Was the first thing ever made? What if instead of superflux It was bedrock, breath and blood? I can’t bear the sight of this street any longer: Hawke...

All Day Permanent Red

"They keep pulling strings but they're losing the thread." A little ditty about our age of permanent crisis (with a title cribbed from Christopher Logue). Words and music ©2018 by Chris Floyd All Day Permanent Red You wake up in the morning and wish you were dead Alarm bells ringing deep inside y...

Counsel Against Despair

Many things are possible Not everything. Not paradise or perfection. But many things. Better things. Clearer, deeper ways of seeing. Richer, deeper ways of being. Many things are possible. Despair is a disease spread by the powerful, like smallpox laced in a blanket, to keep us weak, distracted, an...

Keeper Hear My Story

"Ah keeper, keeper, I have done those things, That now give evidence against my soul." George, Duke of Clarence The Tragedy of Richard the Third

Killing Hogs

Margie Floyd talking of her Depression-era childhood on a sharecropper farm in rural Tennessee.

Remnant

Remnant I was dreaming of her offering of the perfume on her wrist the sweetness and the nearness of her skin just like a kiss The pang as it’s withdrawn and disappears into the mist the yearning and the burning to be more, much more than this The love that outlasts love’s withering away The l...

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