my sisters’ brother (and a poem).
check it, peeps! the name under which my music will now be filed is “my sisters’ brother.” i just feel like “tj vazquez” doesn’t sound very folky. anywho, new name, same folky flavor! you can all keep up with everything through teajams.com still and following @teajams on twitter. i’m not exactly sure how i want to organize everything. i hope going to teajams.com to download music by “my sisters’ brother” doesn’t confuse everyone. do you think it will?
here’s another poem i’ve written recently. i’m trying to start writing more. more music, more poetry, more prose, more everything. enjoy.
DEATH AND HOW IT AFFECTS THE PLACEMENT OF MY SHOES
when i get home i’ll take my shoes off
and when i get home i’ll lay in bed
when i get home i’ll take my shoes off
and when i get home i’ll sleep all day
but i swear to God, i’m not going to dream.
i won’t see you
you won’t see me
take your time
oh
take your time
and tell me everything you know
while you still have time
like mama bird says the wisest words and pushes us out the nest
one
by
one
by
one
by
one
she
push
push
push
push
pushes us out the nest
’til everyone is done
the hardest lesson learned
it’s the last but by God’s grace
(which becomes harder to discern)
it’s the first
(it’s really the only one:
now just where exactly do i put my shoes
when home i’ve finally come?)
i’m gonna sleep all day
’cause
we sleep and we work and we breathe and we work (some more)
and sometimes it’s a road
and sometimes it’s a wheel
and sometimes it’s a forest
and it’s dark
and a thorn pierces our heel, so
we sit for a while, discussing all we’ve seen
i’ve met God (though when i say “i” i mean “we”)
my language figurative but my metaphors quite literal
you say there’s nothing here but what’s here (i, of course, say there’s nothing here but what isn’t)
i am the wind that rushes against the the cliffs by the sea
movement! movement! (where is our Father?)
i kiss the waves that never kiss me
