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20 Ounces A Neil Young song was playing bravely on the radio
and I had 20 ounces of beer left 'fore I could make my way home.
The Bartender: St. Johanna, a muse that could crank a pint like it was a stick shift.
My company? All the hopes and fears of all the years, sopped up in amber sweat.
Me, myself, and I - and Johanna and 20 stalwart ounces.

I can't recall what old Neil was singin,' only what it meant
- and it really didn't apply to the situation.
Rather, instead, altogether - it was a bit of nonsense to I, as I sat, at Johanna's alter.
Praying. Praying. Praying...
Praying with my lips.
In such instances, at least, I am at last a religi20 Ounces by ~Josh-S

Sick at Dawn I'm singing the song that will end the Earth
though the melody dies in my throat.
So, I wake every morning to some sort of dawn
and cross out every letter but "defeat."
And I can hear the blackbirds singing
perched in that tree that scrapes the sky
so that with their chorus I know once again
that the day is over before it even begins.

And I would count the birds, if only I could see
And I would sing my graveyard hymn
...if only I could read the words.Sick at Dawn by ~Josh-S

Waitin' for the Cavalry I'm waitin' for the Cavalry
here, where the west wind blows
been waitin' all day long
through the wind, rain an' snow

I'm waitin' for the Cavalry
with their banners green an' black
t'come a-ridin' up that hill
and win the new day back

I'm waitin' for the Cavalry
with their spurs and pistols grand
t'come across the tear-soaked earth
and make a final stand

I'm waitin' for the Cavalry
their princely captain at the fore
racin' t'ward the sparklin' dawn
and all the dreams that came b'fore

I'm waitin' for the Cavalry
here in the dyin' hills
been waitin' six long years
and t'morrow I'll be waitin' still

I'm waitin' for Waitin' for the Cavalry by ~Josh-S

Ice on the Rails A path diverged through the woods
And dragged me through the Midwest
On past Hibbing, though in Hibbing I could not stay
Weariness was the battle cry
And the foghorns on the river were the end all be all
Though they never seemed to begin or end
And like the horizon, I was only just up ahead

I used to find trains to be so poetic
Now their meaning is quashed by the snow
And that lingering cold, which I fear does not suit these woods
Suits me just fine
And the rain, is who I want to be
It only accounts for itself
And although it ruins and replenishes
It only accounts for itself
And as the rain falls now, as it fell then, it shalIce on the Rails by ~Josh-S

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Music in the Cafes at Night

Mar 13, 2010, 10:13:31 PM by ~Josh-S
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Listening to: "Harrisburg" - Josh Ritter
Reading: A l'il bit of Lovecraft
Watching: Natural Born Killers
Eating: Tofu Gammodoki
Drinking: Blue Powerade.

Well, well, well, here we are again. And you know what? This time I am not going to make any promises. I feel inspiration striking, and the anvil seems hot enough - though I will not promise anyone that such reveries will ever solidify as anything as tangible as a regular series of updates.

As for the Man behind the curtain? Better than some, not as good as others (as a friend of mine might say).

For now, I leave you with 20 Ounces, a l'il spoken word peace that I penned on some wide-angled night and polished up the next evening.

See ya'll down the road...

~ Josh

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Joshua M. Sinsapaugh

United States

Current Residence: The Catskills
Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock
Favourite style of art: Dark Fantasy and Sci-Fi, the kind that uses up a lot of ink or paint.
Operating System: Windows
MP3 player of choice: Sony Walkman
Shell of choice: Conch.
Skin of choice: Whatever you heard, it's not true. He was missing his skin when I met him.
Personal Quote: I'm a parody of myself.

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