Fin

“Fin”
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I got my hard wires crossed
between my capital city and the citadel lost
and I been acting like the devil
the same spirit, works, desires
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so, throw me back in
with a hook in my chin
and lend me your fins
until I learn how to swim
should I sink or begin
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Winslow Homer (1836-1910)
Channel Bass
Watercolor and graphite on off
1904
28.7 x 49.3 cm
(11.3″ x 19.41″)
Private collection

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I try to buy your love back
but I am too poor, too bad
and now I’m crying and flapping
like my baby needs a nap
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still my my toes tap bed rock bottom
reading braille for the blind
and I pray my sins be blotted
bass sounds better under water
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so, throw me back in
with a hook in my chin
and lend me your fins
until I learn how to swim
I surrender to win
once again, and again, and again…
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~ §tacy §weeney

Rosy


Winslow Homer (1836-1910)
Apple Picking
Watercolor on paper
1878
Terra Museum of American Art (Chicago, Illinois, United States)

“Rosy”
God gave me a wonderful world
even better when I’m reading the word
go out, notify every heir
extra, extra, your name is there!
friends, we are millionaires
mine too is in the heavenly will
suddenly life seems rosy
beyond words, yes it might be so
closer than a friend or lovey
I’m folded in the bosom of infinite love
~ §tacy §weeney

ßrick

Little Rock, Ark, 2017. Photo by Rustin Sweeney.

Little Rock, Ark, New Year’s Day, 2017. Photo by Rustin Sweeney.

“ßrick”
In here are classic pictures
milk of miracles of God
but my brain is like a ßrick
and I don’t respond
butterflies in my stomach

the amethyst around my wrist
can’t keep my spirit on
spinning silver nickels
no, won’t carry me along
butterflies in my stomach

the night’s gone fatalistic
not to lose my train of ®ock
love seems a foreign tactic
loving all the wrong
chug, chug, chug, chug…chiiic-chiiiiiic

the blood, the sweat, the tears do drop
so quick, so sick, so thick
I bust with every yawning
quenched among the burning wicks ÷ ÷ ÷
amidst the morning dawning

~ §tacy §weeney