this is one in a series of over 200 inter-related poems

voices in the air

riding on the aether
the essence of
tony frank dean & bing
permeates everywhere
like god's omnipresence
they are the unseen
troubadors that eminate
from a magic box
that sits next to the lamp
on the parlor table
matilda first turns one ****
then the other
till their voices rise
above the static
voices that flow
within the glow
of vacuum tubes
voices that ride
upon the aether
from a magic box
to matilda's ear

what is the color of a cloudy day

is it the color of a day
with undertones of pewter & lead
where monochromatic clouds threaten
to rain down tears at any moment
is it the color of a day blanched of any color
where shades of gray dominate
with maybe just a blush of sepia
is it the color of a corpse like visage that is delby
blending into a gray/green ocean
that itself fades into a distant colorless forever
is it the sum of all these and maybe more
that make up- the color of a cloudy day


delby is the town depicted in this poem a small harbor town