Tag Archives: counting crows

Murder of One 

Posted on April 18, 2022 by whimsygizmo

There’s a lone crow on a power                                        (trip) line, squawking about somethingor other, and we’ve discovered there is nothing left to say.  Somehow, we are both here                (there, anywhere, nowhere) too lateand too soon.  Our only remaining evidence: this chalk outline                               moon.  :: It’s Quadrille Monday over at … Continue reading →

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small murder in the parking lot

Posted on August 1, 2019 by whimsygizmo

awwww, sorry buddy, I say to the quite dead crow on my way into vons. he’s a black asphalt pancake now, but i wonder if aliver-him was there for spice, or salt. not his fault everything’s moving so fast. .. … Continue reading →

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ink in thirds

Posted on February 1, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. A premeditated murder of smallish crows holds the morning in its ebony breath as they mutilate the sky.   .. Also thanks to Grace, found a new fun place to poem – thursdays at ink in thirds. Come play!   

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penning tiny Poe (um)

Posted on December 12, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… when we have had enough of (n)ever -more, we shall free our world-walled heart {its stops, its starts} and just watch that black bird fly.   ..

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In Cahoots

Posted on December 6, 2017 by whimsygizmo

I can’t remember the last thing that you said as you were leavin’ Now the days go by so fast – Counting Crows, Long December   .. I absolve you of all wrong -doing. See? Because the one who robbed … Continue reading →

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Toast

Posted on November 13, 2017 by whimsygizmo

There’s things I remember and things I forget I miss you, I guess that I should Three thousand five hundred miles away But what would you change if you could? …I need a phone call I need a raincoat – … Continue reading →

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The Pieces She Left Behind

Posted on November 8, 2017 by whimsygizmo

You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself to make yourself forget… to make yourself forget. – Counting Crows, Anna Begins .. Tell me about the ticket stub, that last nub of pencil when you wrote … Continue reading →

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Mango Sky

Posted on November 7, 2017 by whimsygizmo

It’s 4:30 A.M. on a Tuesday It doesn’t get much worse than this In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle of these lives which are completely meaningless …………..Counting Crows, Perfect Blue Buildings The mass of men lead … Continue reading →

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Communing with Crows

Posted on April 20, 2017 by whimsygizmo

You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself to make yourself forget. – Anna Begins, Counting Crows   … She gives herself a new story ………(beginning, ………….middle, …………………end) as they murder by, ebony apostrophes owning the … Continue reading →

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Everything Else is the Same

Posted on April 11, 2017 by whimsygizmo

I need a phonecall…I need a raincoat…I need a big love… – Counting Crows, Raining in Baltimore   .. She wears (out) the whole album oh, that crazy (August and Everything After) ………………….again and again. But what really saves her … Continue reading →

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