3. Owl Eyes
Infant eyes
you are in
my own wise
Owl eyed you
blows who
you is
All eyes
look out
to see
Freedom come freely
nearly
on a horizon
9. December
We sang the
same song from
the same song
Book but some
sang a different
faith
A faith of strange
fathers we
did not know
Making our melodies
mean
and narrow
Singing us towards
the shortest day’s
longest night
The first minute
of a new
winter in America
Slinging December whispers
of treachery
I know
It’s only light
all the complicated
details
Years of anger
drift their weight laboring
low horizon smoke
Cheerless hills
of gray all
dead already
Said the poets
but where are they
now
It’s always hard
to get the news
when the news boys are gone
Who can we
turn to
when they’re turned away
from “The Life of a Trio”
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These are from the book ms just completed, and are part of an ongoing project titled Trident, each section of which is composed in response to recordings by trios. These three “listen” to tracks from a reunion concert of Paul Bley, Steve Swallow and Jimmy Giuffre. A chapbook from the first part of the project, titled Supertrios, was published earlier this year by Bodily Press.