To know a deep longing
Has been flung at your feet
As a grand invitation
To living
Is what bends a moment upwards
I quite like
To drink it in freely
To tap on each word
With careful contribution
Like a gift-giver goes about
Finding the perfect gift
Which completely satisfies
You and I have such opportunity
Again and again and now and then
So we must gulp and savor
And participate and be moved

Maybe I’m wrong
But in my experience
Nobody wants
To be an acquired taste
Not to everyone
All the time
Cause I think we all
Want to be known and loved
By an early adopter
By someone who liked you
Got you
Appreciated you
Wanted you
Desired you
Saw your something special
And pounced headlong
Into early fandom
And acceptance
Someone who got it
Who really really liked you
Instantly and in a snap
It makes me sad
That there are people out there
Who will always be kept
At an arm’s length
Acquired tastes
Who are appreciated in time
But never in the moment
I relate to these people
Perhaps only appreciated
From a distance
After some time
Or once their gone

Words wreck
Words reek
Vine to vine to vine
Hand over hand
Long swings
Just move to it
Just move through it
But a hack job
And ring around the scars
A brutal pirate
A gladiator proud
One at a time
And thrown in the swamp
Piled bodies
Of introspective chumps
Placed in cells of contemplation
They do not deserve
It’s only a small window
You can only see so much
No matter how long you peer
Even if for the rest of your life

Kitty means something
But lost on me
But glad you’re here
Since gelatin’s seep

Cry the homeless doggy
But lost on me
But glad you’re here
Since momma’s sleep

Breathe into the colony
But lost on me
But glad you’re here
Since the portable warm

Pray with the furry twins
But lost on me
But glad you’re here
Since the priest wore thin

Grey gray cut for cool
But lost on me
But glad you’re here
Since cold wind blew

Baby flower and a new friend
But lost on me
But glad you’re here
Since one two three

Find your fight
Drag your knuckles
On the ground
Pick your nose
And scrape your teeth
And grimace on

Fight your fight
Til you careen
Off the bank
Chew your nails
And call the races
Funny lookin’

You’re just a man
With a simple bone
And half a mind
A garden gnome

Flight your fight
Ditch the woman
She left you
Growl her name
And cry out senseless
Cause you’re alone

Fright your fight
With the air
Cuss babble
Spit your chew
Curse deliverance
And drink your due

You’re just a man
With a simple bone
And half a mind
A garden gnome

Don’t lullaby me
If you’re sinister
Just don’t

On my road
Folks don’t fly that way
For naught

You ask in the wiggle of doubt
That’s all I really know
It suffices and warns

Sport
Just for sport
Yammering on
Ugly so ugly
It was all so embarrassing
And he didn’t stop you
But chose to be the and
Of Bonnie and Clyde
Cause you had all
The other parts covered
And you committed
Like a tick
On the underbelly
Of a ‘coon
And you sucked the life
Out of that moment
The air out the room
And in the stifling back seat
We knew
You knew
She was
Better than you
You were such an ass

Oh yeah
You betcha
There for a minute
You really were
A Cadillac queen
Weren’t you
But did you actually
Open the pink
I can’t remember
But my
It would have been
Just like you
You rolling through
Dirt roads and ghettos
With your better-than-you smile
And your better-than-you glare
And your better-than-you hands
Through your better-than-you hair
Driving right by the Hunts
Feeling oh so good
About yourself
And oh so small
Bet you would have
Flicked your cigarette
Bet you would have
Taken a swig
As big as you were
As big as you did
Made ya feel almost as good
Almost as sane
Almost as rich
As Enemy James and Enemy Jane

Tired deep
Of you thinking
Thinking I need a ribbing
With each question I ask
Tired deep
Cause the perfect ask
Isn’t worth my time
That, love, is called an answer
Tired deep
Of you asking not to think
Spoon-fed adults
Need to move on
Tired deep
And ever so weary
Of your cry baby mood
Just make your cry baby move
Tired deep
Of your lessons and lessons
Especially from a teacher
Who is self-professed not the one
Tired deep
And deeply tired in my bones
Cause I’ve fished here too long
And this pond‘s gone swamp
I’m tired deep

This door
Leads to the garden
Where we should
Soak the seeds
And if we had the key
I’m sure there would be
Fruit that would come
From our labor

Always always something new
Always something new
Always always something new
Always something new

The current
Goes to the delta
Where by and by
Morning comes
And if not for the damn
You know we’d wake the dawn
With fine fine songs
From our lungs

Always always something new
Always something new
Always always something new
Always something new

The newscast
Speaks with a warning
We need to heed
Lest we die dead
And if not for the past
Of lies we might believe it
But for now we’ll be
Good left alone

Always always something new
Always something new
Always always something new
Always something new