An observer of this world who reads, writes and occasionally does arithmetic
Backstory: A piece I wrote years ago on singer, Jeff Buckley
Mystery White Boy
The un-containable, beautiful spirit grew too large for a boy from notable,
Looming shadows as a singer’s son propelled the man to unknown watery lands.
Life’s communes and society fringes wound him into the belly of their civilized pit.
Soul twin to Jimi, creativity manifested on ledges of his mental dreamscapes.
Imagined plans never saw days light until twilight, which he offered freely for humanity’s feast.
Chords that flew from his soul came laden with an uncomfortable edge, a price to pay.
His hands, crafted from glorious tendons lay balm to the spirit of his brethren.
He was a pure drop in an ocean of noise.
Thirty annual sunrises never met their equal sunsets as face up he met Ophelia
in the mighty Wolf River
Final notes about “whole lotta love” announced his arrival to the holy place.
The string he unreeled went a little too far; he ended up being distant from the shore.