for those about to rock,
i salute you.
and for those about to sit back,
the same.
anyone could give a second chance.
i propose a singular dance
amid the ancients
and their forward glances.
i declare a stepping stone
placed in pockets; never thrown.
and i demand
a slight reprimand
of yourself
as yourself is no one else.
reline your byline
to include your pseudonyms.
and dance to the music in your mind.
1. revolver by the beatles
2. plastic ono band by john lennon
3. third by big star
4. my aim is true by elvis costello
5. blood on the tracks by bob dylan
tripped up, forgotten
begotten all plumes
with a dig into earth
and a curse from idle balloons
forge into faces
and trace your wild fumes
disguise yourself
and be well
The latest from Michael McGuire (@thesupposedso). Songwriter, Poet and Musician. Cleveland
the snow piles
the wind winds
through the blackness of night
agents of goodness
release the hounds
and dress up warmly now
The Supposed So started in 2009 as a recording vehicle for the songs of Michael McGuire. Influenced by a wide range of artists, The Supposed So couples thoughtful, literate lyrics with new-folk and 60s pop music tendencies and lays it all bare through layered vocals over a textured backdrop of acoustic guitars, keys, and harmonica. Equal parts Merseybeat, the Band, and first wave of Saddle Creek
distract yourself with a poem
you’ve never heard or read before
realize your visions
as you comb the bathroom floor
i am a frozen midnight
no, i am a peaked dawn
losing my resourcefulness
and picking up the lawn
dance on tattered windowsills
relieve your breathing, soon
and disguise your sordid loveliness
for a winced swoon
and with a cold breeze, deliver
yourself into the sun
and watch the night fall
glance into a darkened corner of the room
and surprise the wall with your laughter
heed no dampened deviousness with your eyes
and catch time in a bottle
you are close to finding out
what troubles noon about midnight
and you belong to the city
yet can’t function right there
so you move and adapt to the movement
instead of changing much at all
with a will to by whispering idly to your sneakers
away they walk
just a passion to be moving forward
hit pause and jump back
you’ll be further from the sidewalk
if you don’t step on the cracks
distract yourself from peaking around dark corners of your eyelids
and watch the traffic pass by
nobody knows where the driftwood comes from
but it holds itself near in the night
i am a watching protector
no, i am a beast, reborn
live not with a tract or a past wish, wishing
for nothing and no one alarmed
i and you shall go dancing
across rivers where bridges, belie
themselves all across high waters
distrustful of any whose eyes will not cry
go deeply into the abyss and
with no fear in your heart continue
until you reach that place on the other side
watch closely and listen
the stars are on fire
Michael Timothy McGuire 