given

yep, some rpm2012 stuff

you'll find that these songs and the lick lichens stuff are very differnet from chimps

okay this is number seventeen then, on to lick lichens

I couldn't think of a dumber title for this, so I went with this one. BTW, it's my favorite track on the album hands down. Too bad I couldn't match it with a haiku. It's just as well: perhaps vocals would have spoiled it. ;)

Opportunity. Why do so many windows Remain unopen?

Bleak frugality-- Scrimp, save, can barely make it-- The unsung percent.

Memory creates A world from possible pasts. Soon it's gone again.

Traffic fines doubled In the road construction zone. Slow down for the cones.

Sometimes I surprise Even myself. So many Masks; which one to choose?

New swallow's lessons: "Before you learn how to crawl, you must learn to fly." I learned after writing this that swallows DO actually crawl around in the nest before they take the plunge. Oh well. You learn something new every day.

First day of April: I have played so many tricks. Who is the fool now?

Sundays in the park: Drumming, traffic, sweet birdsong, Lovely car alarms.

Pungent aroma, Skunk versus car, skunk loses. Mommy won't come home.

Aeolean muse, Sing to me your dulcet tones: Windchimes in autumn. (I actually heard the first three notes of this piece on my windchimes and the whole thing unfolded from there.)

from the dusty dance halls of the past a reverie

Raking on Sunday: Leaves observe no one's Sabbath; Neither, then, shall I.

Traffic in Eastern Massachusetts blows. Just saying.

The 15th and final song written for RPM and FAWM. Fittingly the lyric is about the end of the process... even though there was still a ton left to do when I came up with it. I guess I was feeling optimistic, which is seriously unusual for me.