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shakey copyalejandro –

his solemn childlike

heart-shaped face,

unruly brows above

a placid and untroubled

expression, he’s a poem

in a white ribbed vest.


nods and smiles

and ducks his head,

his cheeks rosy

and guileless

betray a slight unease.

but his heart is open

like an outstretched hand

offered to a lone horse

in a stranger’s field.


Longer version in bashful blog here. Shakey pic from Audiotree video here. More on Shakey’s music here.

A poem on the creepy lo-fi intensity of Shakey’s version of ‘I’m on Fire’ here