Gary Trenchard's Blog

i have seen the universe unfold ...
perilous ways free and totally uncontrolled,
first, unperfect structure and harmony
out of tune, like the wind and the odd ...
into something often perceived as created by god.

like a square ferris wheel flat movin' across the land,
on mothers day october no where in sight,
all life in the square in for a sweet treat,
roses on both sides of the road cheering on mom.

nearly a moment before the bang of the large,
came a squid and a kid of new physics,
more like a dissonate swan and some paint on my lawn ...
a minor seventh followed by a major general.

the lightest sticks and clicks on the ocean tide,
faster and precise the rrumpet moves out front,
all stare and come out to hear the light in their ears,
so groovy, so groovy, so groovy, so groovy ...

cows coming around the corner winking at the crowds,
all cars sulute to outgoing czars and mussel lords of high,
altercations, alterations all carnations flower by,
rubric text repeating patters of magic symbols in the sky.

on to my plane and into my sight,
creatures walk and my mind in delight,
vast sums of lands and sounds of the light,
far greater than all great civilization in might.

horse upon the water and rage under the drift,
as i sit on the flute and listen to the air uplift ...
the third spiral portal is settling down the open path ...
the clarinets in perfect harmony part the eye of myth.

flam of the golden arches of the bridges in harbor,
symbols of sound to be and words uptown ann arbor,
keys to bells on the cow and chimes on the door,
just enough spice to fill an ocean and no more,
rollin on the river and pedals groovin the beat,
many feet there pounding, soundin' on the street,
all for the the basic pattern repeated a thousand times,
each one a little different stickin' of the melodic rhyme.

you with your fancy circles and quarter houses,
you think you can look down on my piis and strauss,
maybe some joust is fit for our squares to fit ...
a little wine is spilled on freshly woven knit ...
tangently melodic with our curves at our side,
let's find those points where intersect or trapezoid,
or better yet just dump all your failed experiments
into the irretrievable garbage void.

the horse ... is not only proportional to the beauty of the universe
but of course is subject to the local jurispudence
of community unorganizers who slap a wrap of wrath
and death on species of unparalled grace and are killing
them in cases where they (the unorganizers) should be shot instead