The 365 Project

Well folks, I’ve met the storage capacity maximum for this site (and just at the halfway point)! The saga continues to its completion at http://songjournal2.podomatic.com/ so please take a minute to update your bookmarks and subscriptions. The first entry at the new location will be Tuesday, Oct 23 and this site will remain up as an archive of the project to this point. My deepest thanks for everyone who’s been following along and for those curious enough to drop in.

See you on the other side!

Eric

i’ll live a month

of sundays all

in one day if

only i could

make them

them go away

the tea kettle

mousetrap reflection

tool doesn’t work

as planned

and the sun sets

as quickly

as it rises

no holy ghost building

no pilgrim stranger

or salvation premium

the band doesn’t

even attempt

to tune before

they begin the

sad waltz for

monday

nor do i

dance

no holy ghost building

no pilgrim stranger

or salvation premium

bhagiti 10.22.07 perrysburg, oh

goodbyes and leavings

beginnings

middles

and ends

there’s no place to stay

no place to stay

the machine moves

with or without me

sometimes i’m on

sometimes i want off

a puzzle piece

turned upside

down doesn’t fit

unless the rest of

the world is too

if the world is

upside down

then i’m

face up

bhagiti 10.21.07 perrysburg, oh

wide open spaces

enclosed in a moment

all that meant anything

surrounded by so

much detail and

pointlessness

was you

and then we crossed

the divide together

it was the only thing

that mattered not the

elevator bread nor

the hopeless

microfine lines

they drew

when we crossed

the divide together

bhagiti 10.20.07 perrysburg, oh

it was all

desks and beds

dark from the lamps

and faulty wiring

and doors leading

nowhere

and natalie

disappeared

into the ductwork

of a new old

house we never

knew

another old house

devours us

another old house

swallows us whole

so i bought

a tiny japanese

man he was on

the lam to find

her he disappeared

in there too

another old house

devours us

another old house

swallows us whole

bhagiti 10.19.07 perrysburg, oh

take a picture

it lasts longer

it’s a thousand

misunderstood

words but it holds

no candle

to a thousand

incarnations of

a rose

take your comic

book x-ray

specs and tell me

can you see

my secret desire

my longest day

my dream of the

eternal return

or just the pixel

myth of the

last day

take a picture

it lasts longer

take a picture

it lasts longer

bhagiti 10.18.07 perrysburg, oh

there are roads

and there are roads

no matter which ones

you take you always

end up in the same

place

we can run headlong

into heather birds

and bees escaping

into dry leaves clinging

to sweaters all the

same

choosing’s a game

win or lose

choosing’s a game

win or lose

spin the big wheel

and watch yourself

roll off the tracks bells

and whistles look best

with party hats and

shame

choosing’s a game

win or lose

choosing’s a game

win or lose

bhagiti 10.17.07 perrysburg, oh

in these empty passenger cars

with no engine to pull them

we can live out here in the cold

pile everything around us and

make a go

we’ll pretend to be buried alive

though this coffin is too small

and whoever digs us up will

be our forever and in the cold we’ll

make a go

will it be you first or me

another blanket please

will it be you first or me

another blanket please

and when they come looking for us

i’ll try hard not to laugh as they

poke their way through blankets

and phony coffins looking for their

lo and behold

will it be you first or me

another blanket please

will it be you first or me

another blanket please

bhagiti 10.16.07 perrysburg, oh

i'm ok

bhagiti 10.15.07 perrysburg, oh

the leaves know nothing

of a mile

the dirt underneath can’t

see the stars

sometimes you have

to be dead before you

can be born again

frost on the pumpkin says

it’s time

ice and mist leaks from the

sky

sometimes you have

to be dead before you

can be born again

at the gate

what’s your name

i said

what’s your name

(nobody)

sometimes you have

to be dead before you

can be born again

bhagit 10.14.07 perrysburg, oh