You tire on
In a tent
By the desk
With a country smile
With stereotypical hustle
Though you do
Have a bit of a bone
That quick wit needle
And nothing-much giggle
That clears its throat
And agrees a bit
At the mention of ahem
But you are loyal
And the bounty

I just want to compliment the dam
I just want to give ovation and honor
To the hand that’s taken hold
To pull me back and keep me from
I just want to complement the dam

I just want to serenade the net
To bring attention to
The star-maker’s turn of phrase
To the rising fume of passion
I just want to serenade the net

I just want to lasso the fight
Ride piggy-back wherever you go
From sleep to morning’s lifted head
To the point you get what you want
I just want to lasso the fight

A forgotten twill
A lover’s field
When thought of
Then thought of

A Siamese heart
A 2-part breath
Once inhaled
Then exhaled

A single-focused mind
A sentence finisher
Loud sweet if
Soft angelic then

I was never fully in
But I’m glad to be out
The skin didn’t fit
And I’m glad to be out
I tried and I tried
And I scratched out the eyes
Of a mismatched life
And I loved it
I loved it
I loved it
But I’m glad to be out
I tried and I tried
And we made some great allies
And I loved it
I loved it
I loved it
Still, I’m glad to be out

This is good
Said the rain
This is also good
Echoed the sun
And I watched him
And I watched her
And the volley
Made me dizzy
And quiver
And I watched him
And I watched her
And I knew the war
I knew the truth of it
That this is simply
A season of this is good
And this is also good

Ditty pretty
With a repetitious plea
That was fun
But now spun free
A gifted hand
And a grinner’s glee
A nice reprieve
And a one…two…three…
In truth such a gift
In truth meant to be
In fairness all mine
In pain, tragedy

The lesson marshaled on
Put everything in order
The filling fell out
And exposed the raw edge
Finding in a moment
What seldom is shown
No matter the orator
No matter the deep
And I thought my way through
To a shallow depth
And I saw my feet clearly
From surface to floor

Paint high above the fireside
This is that time
The chimney lows and moans
This is that time
A raven beauty smirks and sways
This is that time
Attempting momma’s vast array
This is that time
Bored as others just might be
This is that time
She whirls from win to win
This is that time
And captures bygone dreams anew
This is that time
Lamenting all that’s left to do
This is that time
This is that time

Dust off your diamonds
Trim away the gold
The Ferris wheel’s electric
To the touch, to the soul
And wise men smile brighter
After life takes its toll
February ends a baby’s cry
To spring a woman’s show

You can’t be the star today
So you’re sick
You can’t be the center
So down down low
You can’t be the barker
Or the auctioneer or poet
So to deal with it all
From the side

You can’t be the prod for men
So you’re onward
You can’t be the yard nor inch
So love love love
You can’t be the preacher
Or the liaison or showman
So to deal with it all
From the side

So to deal with it all
From the side

So to deal with it all
From the side