I could drive in my car for hours
The only place I really feel home
I never thought I’d be a road man
Just a combination of gone & alone
Not that I don’t want nobody with me
But sometimes reflection’s what I need
With other souls who need deep healing
Haggard travelers just like me

I am
But lightly
Questioning
Cause feature
And patterns
For sure
For sure
And growth
And better
I hope
I hope
I do detest
Limitations
And do
Protect
My self
From weakness
Yet a mask
And a masquerade party
Is like wallpaper and wine
To me and each face
It’s just newer

Julius snapped
Not a parent
In the group
But to dilly-dally
Then chomp
What a thing to watch
This is why
No one calls him up to play
Cause niceties a plenty
Don’t matter
When ya draw blood
Niceties even sweet
Don’t matter
So there’s a great distance

Net over us all
Wave to them wave
Take the yellow pin from your hair
Wave to them wave to them wave

Tent in the yard for play
Wave to them wave
A mere few steps closer this year
Wave to them wave to them wave

And getting to work
Is the right thing to say
The right course to take
In light of the plague

Smoke us out smoke us
Wave to them wave
Take a match to the whole wide street
Wave to them wave to them wave

‘Cause the odds are high
Wave to them wave
Sketch the likeness, know the face
Wave to them wave to them wave

And getting to work
Is the right thing to say
The right course to take
In light of the plague

Wave to them wave to them wave

As blue jays eat chips of paint
You keep drawing me
A high high need
An inside inward driving thing

It’s a bruise all it’s own
Left over from the fall
And a bruise all it’s own
Can’t be crushed so far

Just as it is, as dogs find home
You lasso my wrists
Keep dragging me on
To the kneeling bending moaning trysts

It’s a bruise all it’s own
Left over from the fall
And a bruise all it’s own
Can’t be crushed so far

Just in the way a bat knows the dark
This sad affair motors free
To kiss the cheek long and slow
For familiar gnawing reality

It’s a bruise all it’s own
Left over from the fall
And a bruise all it’s own
Can’t be crushed so far

You always single me out
Like a lone bird on a wire
Melody and a liar
Rationalizing the sale

You always single me under
Layers and layers of fluid ocean
Melody and emotion
Surfacing from all the swill

Scratch scratch creep purr
Scratch scratch until
Scratch scratch scrape and bellow
Scratch scratch scrape and bellow

You always single me in
Like a locked door imagines
Melody and a passion
Intimidating and long

You always single me through
Follow through to the limit
Melody and a critic
Accrediting the whole song

Scratch scratch creep purr
Scratch scratch until
Scratch scratch scrape and bellow
Scratch scratch scrape and bellow

Even in my dream
From an afternoon nap
I fought for
Comfort from confrontation
An apology on your chest
Thumbtacked in place
With 10 screws to 10 fingers
And your taped head
Crying and crying for help
My help
What does the back hall
Of my mind know so well
That I should know
That you should know
What I’d like to know
Is who kidnapped you
And why

I just want to pause a moment
And let the world know
That I don’t care
That you don’t want
To do what you’ve been asked to do
I don’t care that you don’t like it
That it makes you uncomfortable
That you’d rather do something else
I don’t care
That it’s stifles your creativity
Or that you can think of another way
To do it better
I’ve never met a great leader
Who didn’t learn how to first be
A great follower
So choosing to let your disregard
For the request, orders, commands,
For the job expectation
Is tantamount
To turning in your resignation
I can compromise once or twice
As I have
But at this point
You have decided
That you don’t belong
At the table
Your “I don’t want to”
Does not trump my
“I want you to”

Ok. The truth
No. I’m not ready
Just because the door is open
Doesn’t mean the caged bird
Will ever choose to go free
The truth would injure you
And get me crucified
Life ended by truthifixion
Ended at the hands of a crowd
Not ready to hear
Not ready to know
Unable to comprehend
All the colors of the colors
So we, me and those like me
Paint in abstract generalities
The autobiography can never be written
This side of glory
Never
Never
Never never

Dollars will test
The wheels on the bus
It did
It will again
To wreck
The leaning
All as one
Will happen
We all agree
So if I polled
And if I asked
Would greed and greed
Say me
Would time carry well
Or matter at all
I’m in no mood
For the testy