Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Stand or Fall - The Fixx

Food and Water

Food and water
are essential to life

One without the other
is hard to find

Food can be caught

It can radiate down
touching your skin
turning it brown

Water can take any form
like the wonder twins

Salt and clear
fresh and clean
It grows on you

And it's free

And the people of the earth stood waiting
Can you hear me?

That piece of bread
caught their food stare

and one by one
their eyes opened
as the bread
became a festival

And then there was a fish
who split
and it's tuna clubs

Hey Sandwich Artist
Fill these bags
we have to make our way back into the mountains

We all made a run
for food and water

Eastern Daylight Time
floating endlessly
we become mice
we break the speed of sound

And slam into a sandwich
and drink like dwarves
and clean up afterward

And then we're ready to go

Saturday, April 18, 2015

No Quarter

We wake in the middle of the forest
all silent
except the sound
of wildlife in the distance

The midnight sex
in tents

We became slowly aware
of our breath
in the cold

We felt safe
even though
we were in many ways


Pressed against each other like ghosts
in a grey midnight 1960's talk show
And sing by the fire
that grew so low
We sang songs
and told stories
and then went, one by one

to a place where we could be alone

Sometime before dawn
it rained
embers dying from red to black
winnowing into smoke and steam
the fire vanished into the night

The memories of our bond
a secret smile
we sometimes share
Best friends forever

And we've gone through life now,
you and I

The years strip away
the different awards

And we return
to the forest

If only in our minds.

I close my eyes
and feel the damp ground
my fingers pressed into
soft wet resistance

The moss

You and I
If but for a moment
in between
the dawn and dark of night

I give you no quarter

I tear into you like a wolf

Your mouth
your hips
the curve of your breasts
A noble love

You smell the rain
and with it pain

red against white
white against green

Leaves falling
sleep comes strong

Pressed against your hair
Mouse brown
dyed red
to sleep

Frisch weht der Wind
der heimat zu
Mein Irisch kind
wo weilest du?

Wednesday, April 08, 2015

Pink Nightmares - Infected Mushroom

It feels so good

I saw
the man running
from the police

I heard the bullet
crack the sky
through the leech

That burrowed black
into the officer's skull

Like a lie
or a piece of vomit

That felt so good
coming out of my throat
or was it my nose

Please don't hold it against me
That I sometimes pray

For America

Or that I throw up

It feels so good
to stick my

my throat

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Such Great Heights - Iron and Wine/ The Postal Service

Am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes
are mirror images and when we kiss
they're perfectly aligned

And I
Have to speculate
that God himself did make us
into corresponding shapes
like puzzle pieces from the clay

And true
It may seem like a stretch
But it's thoughts like this that catch
my troubled head when you're away
When I am missing you to death

You are out there on the road
For several weeks of shows
And when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home.

They will see us waving from such great heights
Come down now, they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
Come down now
But we'll stay.

tried my best to leave
this all on your machine
But the persistent beat
ounded thin upon listening

And that
Frankly will not fly
You'll hear the shrillest highs
and lowest lows with the windows down
When this is guiding you home