Me and my ego went hiking

And they gathered ‘round

Hootin’ and hollerin’

Cajoling with raised spears and sticks

Inching me back ‘til my heels met the cliff

And they smiled one big smile, they did

And mocked with a commemorative twirl

Then kicked me square in the chest

And as I fell, arms twirling about

I heard ‘em yellin’

“Sorry we lied all the lies”

“No hard feelings, Old Friend”

Even now, they hug me when they see me

Even now, they know they are snakes

But, yeah, that’s the day

Thats the day my ego died

You are often known

As water under the beige

Normal boring sandy fawn

Yout voice lilts for me

Cause I hear a tear

In your lyrics

Lasting decades

And a move or two

Whitewater perseverance

Wont sway away

This way or that

From a still small call

 

High glory

Low accountability

Rubin’ shoulders with kings

That’s your calling card

Walled-off from touching

While sounding wholly benevolent

The clouds open up

And rain down four-witness irony

To the scheme without prayer

And the plan without buy-in

For you can’t see anything clearly

From your safe house

Tsunami-sized

With a table full

You called on

Every source of power

To restrain yourself

From being impressed

Or joyful

Or dependable

That boy in you

Is the man of the house

Pullin’ pigtails and trippin’

Pithy little liar

No need to tell you

That you’re not missed

’Cause you know it

You feared it all along

Best self-fulfilled prophecy ever

The fool will

Never be you

Counting on it

Knowing it’s so

Some sure things

Dont turn out

To be true

But you three

Reign in wisdom

Ooh, you laughin’ it up

Under a recanter’s sky

Thinkin’ we don’t know

But Sis dropped a line down

She’s some kinda blue

Cause you snarl with windows down

Everytime she passes by

You bemoan spendin’ little

While surrounded by an altruistic mob

Me thinks you’re spoiled drunk on gloom

Me thinks you need to move or smile

We all know

There’s things you don’t like

All horses know it

Running down down

Just like the Malachite Kingfisher

We could plunge and nibble

But why bite

When biting is bad

Why war

When warring is your name

 

 

Dust ‘round your shoes

Hard to keep navy blue

Clean as you need it to be

They’ll all know you were running

They’ll know you swallowed a flea

What buzzards don’t pick off ya

Will keep breathing

The good parts see and see

And a little old glad drizzle

Will be just enough to grab the seed

It’ll come in the lull of evening

And nobody has to deny

Or grasp or cheer or believe

And baby you won’t have to lie

About gettin’ beat down on bad streets

Cause you made it

Arrived at complete

And the runners

Keep on chasing

My whole life

Is a psalm

For the seeker

It’s no schtick

But a pouring out

Of a heart

A pouring out

Of what

A boy can be

For the second

He is allowed

To be a boy

Of what

A boy can be

And must be

Without

Love, when things get much worse

Is like butter and warm syrup

There will be a deep moan

And black hole hope

But things will get better

After things get much worse

And climbing great loss

Is the building block of we

And it is a sure thing

A wave we all drink

But jolly for the soul

But jolly jolly for the soul

Like a gravy

Is Knowing that

Things will get better

After things get much worse