red flea

old beetle


DA OLD BEETLE SINGS BACK

Heah’s da ting  

avoiding being journalistic 
wun layout is necessary dough. 


Da crux of da mattah	                                 

in dis following 
and meandering inquiry

going be near da end.
	

Knowing dat directive 
I recall da line

“life is for learning,”

wun seemingly appropriate lyric 
by Joni Mitchell

even dough 
she nevah go to Woodstock. 


Da lyric going make sense
wen I tell you wat happened.

 
I just got turned on
from wun close friend

to someting
dat belonged to her late braddah.


It was his musical collection

comprised wit some of his favorite 
musicians and singers

dat he liked to listen to.
 
                                                                    
All da material
wuz on plain silver cds

having been burned from originals
and tucked into plastic sleeves.


Adah den da personal names
written on the cds

I need to play da entire collection

so I can know 
wat is wat in content

and wat songs are really deah.

 
It’s wun very eclectic 
assemblage of talent

from Diddley, Mozart, and Cline,
to Schumann, Brahms and Bach,

among Cash, Frampton,
and James Brown,

and many moa adah
well known recording artists.


Now da thread
and da pulling of it 

dat eventually exposes
wun broad multiverse

to spark dis specific wondering.


On one particular cd offering

deah are unexpected
and different guest voices

performing da works 
of wun brilliant female icon

as Herbie Hancock
recorded jazz renditions

of songs by Joni Mitchell.


A certain voice

from one of da invited guests
of notable people

suddenly rises into flame.


I’ve heard dis voice before

wit its deliberately slow 
and leveled volume delivery.


Wheah?
I kannot place it.


Hmmmmmm?

Dis is driving me
crazzzzzzzzzy…


I’m left pondering 
seemingly nowheah

and yet everywheah.


It’s wun joy

wen nagging mystery 
is eliminated 

and da persistent mind
eventually prevails.


Banzai!                                                                    
                                                                                 
I finally found it
in my very own collection

on wun shelf in da living room.                              


The voice is you red flea
on your very own cd!


So now dat we are reacquainted
lets contemplate da bridge togettah.


In listening 

to dat familiar voice
wit virtual ears

no wonder 
I made da possible connection.


Previously already feeling 
foa awhile
 
dat I am now
at da top of my game

I digress to da ongoing process.


My arrival on da summit

going lead to anadah apex
as soon as tomorrow.


It’s like 
I’m wun smooth humming engine

at da most prolific time
in my elderly life

wit all of dis happening
while I stay pushing seventy.


So many ideas in da ocean

and only so much watah
can find its lowest level

to den transform even furdah 
and swiftly change direction

to elevate like wun rising tsunami
into wun liquid mountain.


As I speak
moa added stimulus is coming

from da dusty cultured rain

dat wen start way ovah deah
on anadah continent.


Are you tinking  
and experiencing 

similar creative tings too?


Immediately

aftah speaking dat 
in my head

I realized 
I really didn’t have to ask.


Curiosity dough

behind da twitching whiskers
of wun intensive cat

tugs at its own tail.


red flea
inform dis old beetle

rolling his giant ball
of magnificent dung

by answering 
da primary question.


Wuz Leonard Cohen
wun  influence on you?


Lets get back 
to planet earth now

and I’ll await your reply.

red flea is content to be a flea

virtual fleality: the album


old beetle spends a lot of time rolling his giant ball of magnificent dung
 
 
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