Issue 3:1 | Featured Artist | Jon Hounshell
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Ponderings from a Plumb
Concert
my head is full of lyrics
from languages I’ve spoken south
of the Equator
like the tongues of angels
brilliant, shapeless lights
my gut is full of belly aches
like being sick in the Eastern Block
wallowing feverishly
like the crowd in this music
and I’m caught in between
the message and the meant for
like Romania
like Ecuador
and the tight wrappings of our vessels
stumbling me...
a harbinger
of good news for the
harborer of
shallow muse lost
here, muscles sinews
dance, dark waves
rhythm and blues
and in Christ’s calling through my ventures
I still see...
my heart is full of thick things
that make me all wide eyed
swallowing unease
like the sound of trains
loud in the formless dark
and I’m still shaken by these
because somehow
that sound may be menacing.
September
14, 2000
