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Shall I Compare Thee to a Tangerine?

Posted on: November 22nd, 2016 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

Shall I compare thee to a tangerine?
Thou art more bitter and harder to chew.
It has a smooth face; yours is harsh and mean.
It cannot speak, so all its words are true.
Sometimes the fruit is good upon a plate,
All sectioned up in slices, moist and ripe.
But you are mostly good at stirring hate,
And self-aggrandizement and huxter hype.
But both of you glow orange in the sun,
Both, likely, due to weird and toxic dyes.
Both, if used properly, are sort of fun.
It’s not that you aren’t an amusing guy.
But which for president elect? Well, shoot.
I guess that I’d prefer the piece of fruit.

Jeff Thompson Music©2016

Posted on: November 18th, 2016 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

I must say, I mistook you for a friend.
Your blend of deceit and diversion,
A kind of a perverse version of intimacy
Limited though it may be
to 5,000 people.
But that’s the limit.
Ah, but the glory of the LIKES!
I can be the most popular guy in the world
Without stumbling outside of my damn apartment.
Witness Julian Assange.
Also witness the witless
rollercoaster plunge
Of American culture
Like a vulture
Barrel rolling
Down from the blue
Can be traced back to you
Your embrace is graceless
In the places where your presence
Erases mine.

No one to blame

Posted on: November 16th, 2016 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

There may not be a difference between hatred and fear
And it’s wise to listen, even when there’s nothing new to hear
Though you’ll feel your hands grow colder when the hungry ghosts draw near
Invite them in to join you
They’ll disappear

Dragonflies, humble pies
Fairy tales and spells
Yes we can, Peter Pan
Clap for Tinker Bell
We’re entranced by the performance of the drunken puppeteer
Just invite him in and ask his name.

Ego te absolve
There’s no one to blame.

They won’t tell us how this story ends for many, many years
Lucifer was going to spoil it, but they got him drunk on beer
And the hungry ghosts are everywhere, in fact they may be here
Invite them in to join you
They’ll disappear.

Ego te absolve
There’s no one to blame.

Jeff Thompson Music©2016

Water, water everywhere…

Posted on: March 4th, 2015 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

A city that is built on swampy land

Is literally sinking constantly.

That’s why it isn’t hard to understand

The sinking that’s sometimes inside of me,

Accompanied by feelings of elation,

Like rainclouds in the sky at Carnival.

The party isn’t stopped by condensation—

In fact, of course a little rain must fall.

With water underneath and up above,

There’s nothing left to do but learn to float.

And fear’s relentless war with faith and love

Has always birthed the loveliest blue notes.

So, dance with me on this rare, solid ground.

Let’s raise a glass, I’m buying the next round.


The Toll of February

Posted on: February 26th, 2015 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

“The Toll of February”

God Almighty, these hours are beautiful,

With these wet yards almost dutifully


In their prescient display

Of colors bordering on May,

Japanese magnolia petals floating towards broadest day

In the crepuscular fountains of February,

The very air unfair in its devil-may-care denial

Of my other home, on trial

For geographic crimes.

The church bell chimes twelve hours past noon,

And the balloon of its speech

Floats far out of reach

Of Asheville ears.

And the sum of my fears is this:

That time has no use for me.

That my substance is transiency.

And the phrase “my other home”

Takes on a far more plaintive tone

When I hum it to the drone

Of that bell’s toll.

But, God Almighty, these flowers are beautiful.


What I Know About you Just from Looking at Your Face

Posted on: February 21st, 2015 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

Don’t tell me about race,

Cause I don’t know what it is.

(Allow me to back up.

That was a lie. Biggest one ever told.)

Truth: I had race rubbed into my face

Like shoe shine

Before I was old

Enough to wear shoes.

I knew my skin color soon after I knew my name.

I believed in that lie before I knew how to feel shame.

I promise, I come in peace.

No, I don’t. That’s a lie, too.

I don’t even know what it would mean for that to be true.

I don’t know how to part my lips

To speak

Without somehow violating you.

Every act is violent.

Even to remain silent

Is to commit a crime

Against what pleads to be spoken.

But somehow sometimes

The spell is broken.

Something shines

In your face that I recognize

As the brilliant child who plays behind your eyes.

And for a moment…

We stand dehypnotized.


#soulonola achoo

Sacred Soul of New Orleans

Posted on: February 11th, 2015 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

Bless me with the magic flower

Of music through the streets.

Turn it into jambalaya

That the soul can eat.

Though I’ll never know

what all this messy madness means,

Bless the sacred soul of New Orleans

Stroke me with your rhythms

like a cat tongue on my hand

Let me feel the deeper pulse that’s

Beating through the band.

Throw me to the angels

In their purples, golds, and greens.

Bless the sacred soul of New Orleans.


#soulonola Bless The Sacred Heart of New Orleans

The Audrey Hepburn Thing

Posted on: February 6th, 2015 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

She dreams in rainbows, just outside her head,

And wraps herself in coats that look like cats.

You didn’t hear a word that she just said,

But, luckily, she doesn’t notice that.

Of course, she’s heard the Audrey Hepburn thing

So many times, it must be a cliché.

But as you try to think of other things

To say, you slip and say it anyway.

The bus arrives, she smooths her skirt and smirks

And nods her head as if to say goodbye.

You don’t know where she lives or where she works.

You didn’t get her number. Didn’t try.

The bus pulls into traffic, and you stand,

And fill your pockets up with your own hands.


Can’t Stop the Sunset

Posted on: January 25th, 2015 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

The shadows of the evening take the house,

Dissolving colors in a broth of light.

The naked windows stand without a blouse,

In starkness more complex than black and white.

A window’s both a portal and a mirror,

Reflecting first, then letting eyebeams through.

It pushes you away, then draws you nearer,

Then night moves in and steals most of the view.

As shadows fall across my heart tonight, dear.

And, yes, my windows grow more black and cold–

Your own reflection may grow dim and less clear,

And my designs less vibrant to behold.

I will not, no I cannot stop the sun

From setting once the evening has begun.

#soulonola color duel

When the Blues Goes on Vacation #soulonola

Posted on: January 21st, 2015 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

A new song I’ve been working on, called “When The Blues Goes on Vacation.” ‪#‎soulonola‬

Here are the lyrics:

Don’t you know

Well, it just goes to show

Even in fantasy, it’s hard to see

How there could be,

a better situation for me

When the blues goes on vacation

When your lover wears a party dress

To bed
Sheds all that she wears

and all that’s been said

And she says “is it too bright in here?”

And “shall I light a candle, dear?”

Don’t you know

Well, it just goes to show

Even in fantasy, it’s hard to see

How there could be,

a better situation for me

When the blues goes on vacation

When the night gets so sweet

And, girl, I know you complete

Fill me up past saturation

And that old world outside

Seems like a carnival ride

When I pair it with this sensation, you see

Then the blues goes on vacation

©2015 Jeff Thompson Music