Starts low in a crouch
Fingers scrape wide
Fog lights wired breath
Dewclaws spread the ice
Eyes lock on laurels
The tongue licks slick awe
Nobody calls it
Though named by God
It’s the home
The homeowner
Has never seen
And the island
Deep deep
Not yet raised
And it aches
And aches
And never goes away
Though it squawks
The whole day long
And serenades so
And serenades
What a creature
It’s past noon
And you’re
Still in bed

In this vice
I’d just as soon
Wait out the storm
Than wait out bliss
Cause spun together
On the potter’s wheel
They feel the same
The opposites kiss
Cause the med
That keeps you up
Causes anxiety
So while making yourself
Be with people
Your insides
Take a knee
It’s like your inner chest
Is stuck
In a too-tight
Too-warm sweater
And the breath
You yearn to breath
Barely keeps
The mast together
I’m sad today
Cause I thought
I thought
It was over
I’m sad today
Because in walks
Cause in walks
The bother

If I could only
Hear your voice
My heart would
Stop leaking
And my chest
Wouldn’t feel
So empty
Like it does now
I don’t know
What calming power
You must have
But I know
Since I feel
So deeply
That you are
A haunting
And magical ghost
Set against
And within
My drab
And I know
If only for
A moment
Resurrection

I’ll break my back on this
And I’ll lick the stamp
It’s true I don’t know how
It’s true I’m not wild about it
And I’m perplexed
‘Cause that never mattered before
But now stuck in this pinch
My mind is hanging stiff
In a long winter
If I did have a mind to
I would fear being stuck here

Pretty lady
Gets on the bus
Takes it round town
All day long
From running late
To ‘bout to crash
If you’ll be late
She’ll be later
If you work hard
She’ll close the bar
And angels rally near
And agree with the wind
That necessary endings
Are imminent and bring
Such natural consequences
That I do not need
To harp on and on
Or cry like a child
For clouds say
There’s the wise
Who say yes and may I
And the fool
Who never sees
Trouble in the room
And evil of course
Which isn’t the case here
So if she be wise
We’ll laugh of
Used to be
And if she be the fool
We’ll reminisce
Of the beauty
She made
And also
Of the beauty
We never knew
Play the movie
Play the movie
Star the wise
Star the wise

Tall like a timber
And difficult
He the proud
With freedom and time
And what I wanted
Is a bit
Of a mystery
‘Cause the setting
Screams steam
But the smell
Announces death
And that would be
Such a dream
To wave goodbye
From the dock
To wave goodbye
And know it went down
To the floor
Of the sea
That would be
Such a dream

You don’t need another song

Holding you captive

Like a jailer without a key

You just need something real

To make you stay

Something quite like commitment

Something quite like submission

You just need something real

To make you stay

You don’t need another sermon

Helping you pass time

Like the abbey’s tower bell

You just need something real

To make you stay

Something quite like friendship

Something quite like a presence

You just need something real

To make you stay

You don’t need another testimony

Or weekend retreat

Promising to change your life

You just need something real

To make you stay

Something quite like transformation

Something quite like sanctification

You just need something real

To make you stay

Little voices

Shut your mouth

I did something

Good today

And you don’t know

What you’re talking about

Little whispers

I urge you to sleep

I did something

Good today

And you

I know

Lie to me

Little doubts

Make your leave

I did something

Good today

And you overplayed

And you overplayed

 

 

Well if there’s one thing

We’ve learned by now

It’s definitely that

You’re no shard

Not at all

’Cause you’re loud loud

I don’t want to

Is too dang loud

And you’re view

Of yourself

Suffers such limited scope

Oh broken boy

Who taught you to color

But forgot to tell you

There are no lines

For the love of all

That is awe-inspiring

Leap a little

A feeling is something

That is very important to have

That life is funny

That day is difficult

That night is frightening

That awe is everywhere

Matters quite a bit

Not what I feel

But that I feel

For I could never

Accurately understand

Every itch

But I can feel

A pulse