Happiness

coming in the morning with pain of war
my hearts beating loud in my sores

My dogs are sounding
But im not going to the door

There is no you and me anymore
lets wash away everything before

I'll walk away and lose my voice
never to say a word evermore
Can't feel my fingers
because of pills and steal
can't feel my fingers
or they're burning in the rain

keep talking I hear you
Even though I shut the door

walking across the mountains
I hear and want to hear more

Somewhat sick this morning
hearts beating in my sore

Can't feel my fingers
because of pills and steal
can't feel my fingers
or they're burning in the rain

grey skin in the mirror
touching hurts like its torn

Can't feel my fingers

Never silent my muse

I didn't think I would stick
to this thing so long,
but I know the stories come together
better with you there. 

I wouldn't be lost to the country
if the sunset didn't hang so well. 
I wouldn't need to be lost
if I didn't need be undone. 

I would be at home
in everything I own. 
I would make peace
if I was peaceful.

Lets cut the car off
and walk on home.
It's not too late
I don't want to be alone

Sunset hangs in the country
Pink and broken blue
each made for the other
another day made anew.

I Keep Forgetting

In the far flung veils of autumn is where my home decays.  Time and gravity chewing at the structures that once held me safe.  I am a wing and undone with the winter rain. Unsettled and thrown to flight.  Come to lands forgotten by light.  Give me peace and love but regret and guilt are laid at my door.  How am I to repair when you choose to rush headlong into the fray.  Away through the summer is where I will stay.

Love Hungry Man

You are nothing to me
a place in a picture
that I don't recognize
but its my favorite

you never owned me
your just the same colors
of all my lost memories
and I'd feel you missing

Not sure why I'm looking
Backward for the sunset
I'm drowning in homesick
and I guess you are home

you're future and memory
you gone whats left of me

spring cleaning

I Don't have these shakes anymore
feel it like fits and cigarettes
I Don't remember your face anymore
but apothecary paths all the same

Forgot the sour rush and falling
Before I'm gone and he escapes
I hear him giddy in the orbits
of chemicals keep him enclosed.

Turning 53

you're choking down the days
like bad medicine
And I'm stumbling around
in the vacuum

Everywhere is the absence
tugging at all of us
Spiraling in low orbits
of a missing planet

lasting yet lashing at me
if I'm not mild and meek
We're both confused
and no one know what to do

IF too much I'll explode
then you scold I implode

Fearsome Critters

I awoke to a fall of frogs,
and nothings gone right since.
Sasquatch stole my paper
and even kicked my dog.

Thunderbirds are overhead
and I killed an albatross.
It made a decent stew
but the crew want me dead.

The squonk took one look
and laughed at me.
My dropsy running bad
aint no cure in any book.

Snakes climbing out the throne
and spiders infest my home.
Found dead sparrows on my lawn
twelve or thirteen long gone.

A red moon on the morning!
That means things are looking up?

Capsize

This rocky comfort will capsize
leaving submerged souls and tide
Battered home or swept to sea
Your choice, blame either way

That shore doesn't look right
everything inverted misleading
Salt burns out eyes and my tender

Little attempts at pleasantries
Crack against the groaning rigs
Powers up lighting the skies

Ill give in hold fast for salvation
driftwood cold and dead remain

finger bones dissolved home

assume the ribbons and sinew gone
the delicate disturbed and sea bound
washed in undercurrent watershed
with finger bones dissolved home

No cricket silence the bowing leg
this pace is for beadles rusty or black
gloaming within the earthworks
crackle upon nearly hushed breath

Here pine needles await final decay
driving at our ankles fruitless hurt
Graven upon stones another end
forget the beginning its full of ends

And there it sits hung awaiting
some close
 
 

Geosmin and Petichor of sprinklers and suburban yards

Going into the course of blood
I'm morphine glassed bed white.
keep it in, keep it in just tonight
not a sound from you little man.

Just distracted and abstract
kind but removed it cant show
nothing can make them alert
for just a few hours so few.

let it go go go somewhere
anywhere that's not you or us
not them not to be noticed
until all are fast asleep, sigh.

Then out at night we'll dig
down deep and bury it gone.
None more of the chaos just calm.
cool air and earth filling sleep.
 

Krampus for Christmas: Arbor day

Krampus hated hippies to the monster they were vile.  Even snacking on their children didn't give the beast a smile.  They were stringy and only vegetarian fed.  Cooking em gave off vapors that hurt his furry head.  Each year he avoided the annual earth day, Finding it best to go away. 

This year Krampus headed for Canada around the 24th of may, They celebrate trees in September but Krampus used the American date anyway.  His mighty claws dug up lawns several nights before, some he forgot to plant trees in he'll admit his planning was poor.  The irate canucks wondered who disturbed their happy homes.  Their dogs wondered who stole their well hit bones.  Krampus laughed in triumph glad to see their woe.  The chaos was so wonderful the monster never wanted to go.

But the great white north looked much like Christmas and Krampus worried to much time was lost.  He always worried when his fur felt a little snow.  Too much April wine the monster felt it was time to go.  Back home july was well on it's way, besides food choices were bad the beast couldn't stay.  At home children were stuff with ice cream and hot dogs.  They would delicious and fat a well larded hogs.

A Bright Window

close down and shut off the light.
Go home and find a chair
where quiet melds with dark.
Be silent as shadows across walls.

Turn down the worry,low.
Let the moment steep through
until you're momentarily the same.
Still and stillness, breath gale.


Accept the nagging not quit right
And work out peace with it.
The fixing disturbs your quiet
hunting finds more that sit wrong.

Sleep should you fall to it,
even living it the moment is gone.

Reworking Anyway

I feel you'd have me taken for a ride,
unless I believe all importance has died.
A foolish soul with over thought dreams
to lay down conform to your schemes.

There's no heaven plugging you and it!
No I'm content if my ideas don't fit.
You're backwards to say anything's wrong!
Sorry not to agree with the throng.
You've stole everything you own!
What do I owe you, even my bones?
It takes us all to raise your child right!
Your worry keeps me up at night!

Monday Begs Murder

I feel sugared decay, like
the honey of a hive
dripping down the walls
from a southern heat

Like the house left
all alone except for insects
with the damage
vagrants and kids wrought

Busted out worries
wise ones say to avoid
littered burned inscribed
but I am wonder

Memory of the first made
fighting stagnant decayed
tangled up bones
with fitful throws

tear me down friend
spark the match
Plow me under
re-dream this land

Let me sleep, memory.
Let me wonder. no more.

For my friend

This is too hard without you
I am just too weak
Everything seems meaningless
life just to bleak

I was broken before you
You're a missing piece
I'm aimless without you
come back please

Scare the mailmain
terrorize the cat
Be there when I come home
waiting on the door mat

Wag your mighty tail
crashing on the wall
Give me an hour or day
before you fall

But the hour is gone
and you run greener paths
peeing all over heaven
and not more need for baths
 

Never what you wanted

Lets see the fall
an end to sides
and finally realize
there is no you and i

No betrayal
no broken want,
my side
was never yours.

So take your need
a I'll be free,
and you will too
of one nothing to you

Let's see the fail
and end the lies
it's plain to open eyes
you say the broken one is i

I know betrayal.
I know my want.



 

I need to go for a drive

I hear the words
there's a trill in the blood
and its everything
I can feel. 

A long lost wonder
never forgotten
or put down.

Grabbing me
through the distance
time changes within myself
and again I'm young

Novice and naivety
wonder washing away
wisdom of the years

In Empty Boats

you run me ragged
I'm even starting to    
worry your worry

you are nervous
and wonderful with
lists and fury

You're the goal
In this game
I have been playing

A Reason to tend
chores when my show
is going on the tv

Work I would rather
wait on started anyway
not some other day

a nagging need when
my snoring drives you
to the couch

Happy to find you
sleeping nights I'm out
Glad for you
when I'm falling apart

For the Block house on Mount Umanhum

The last drape of beauty
entombed atop the hill
stares down on learning
calling forth us the ill.

Sleep Chernobog
Some sup upon thy dreams.
I need another world
not as certain as this seem.

Pipe upon the dawn
For them of tempers same
lost or forgotten seekers
Calling out in their pain

Mark Kozelek

got mad and cracks show
cards out windows
rain on roofs below
from there I don't know

give in, waste first days
dust dark sleep stays
blowing beyond within
only left is to end

Board up the old house
West men and mouse
Timber tones fall forlorn
our meanings without form

I'm still in the dream
not what it seems


This as nothing to do with the man.  i just use his songs as a metronome here.