You wrangled

Another round

Of raindrop-tears,

Didn’t you?

You need it.

You drink it.

You have a well

That can never be

Well-watered

And what a group of friends you have

Who know your story well

We will dabble

In daily doses

Of dutiful offering

We love you

And are sympathetic

To your plight

And of course

You are allowed

To mourn

But love back soon

Don’t ride the rail too long

Quit drinking one more round to the pain

Because there will be

Great disappointment

If we don’t get to march

In the parade of your return

 

This dawn is tasty

So so tasty

When you think about it

Following the recipe

Your recipe

Tried and true recipe

It should be shimmering

With sanctified satisfaction

Just like this

Just like this

And it is

All about you

Rightfully you

This dawn is tasty

Because You kept your word

And You are for me

With me

Unto me

And about me

And I thank the Baker

So you like vanilla ice cream?

And steal cookies from the jar?

What is your name again?

Were you ever really here?

That’s your story?

That’s your big reveal?

And is your name John?

With the last name Smith?

And can anybody

Ever pinpoint

Anything unique

About you?

How hard does one have to try

To be so unimaginative?

To be so unexceptional?

You can’t build a town on handsome

You can’t bully forever

Nomatter how well-spoken

I know it shouldn’t bother me this much

And I suppose it really doesn’t anymore

But it does beg the question

Why so dull?

He got some mileage

From a dog chasing its tail

Cute people

Can be simpletons

To good effect

And I don’t have to be

The town cynic

To say that

We all know

Tall men get a nod

Short men get a grin

But neither up or down

Get lukewarm spit

The lovable slacker labors

Like a hamster on a wheel

And everyone lines up to agree

There really was writing on the wall

All the while

 

Babies don’t cradle ladies

Fans don’t call out time

There is rhyme

The space is not the river

The fog will lift with wine

There is rhyme

So

Be my tin roof

And I’ll be your rain

That khaki escape ramp

Saves one from dying

There is rhyme

Men who punch clocks

Careen from mountainsides

There is rhyme

So

Be my tin roof

And I’ll be your rain

 

 

Love lays on pain

Like a mattress on a box-spring

And while

It makes it easier

To get in and out of bed

The shock of it all

Is less and less and less

And it is fancier after all

Though little legs run that lane

From eight or nine

Like a puppy

Or ninety-nine as birds

Til last breath

Which since the first

Has been the only promise

A higher foundation

That pain

Easier to sit and stand

It has a way

Will make you say

It wasn’t the worst thing ever

 

 

God

Then all things secondary

Breathe, Soul

It’s as intended

To be seen

To be in awe

But not to brave

For it’s power

Can crush us to death

And many have tried

To lasso the Sir

Yet from the grave

Admit their folly

In truth

Two minutes of silence

Can wake an open womb

Which is brave enough

And the start

Let’s eat the fist

Cause it means nothing

Last man standing

Only one of three

That church is too small

Over my dead body

Last man standing

Gonna sing your green

Smug your unison scowls

True too cool for school

Last man standing

With everything to proove

With a confident stare

No words needed there

Last man standing

Two absolutely and fully known

No need for introductions

Why name a ship

Last man standing

Youre doomed to fail

Ever since the split

My head screams

With 1000 bouncing balls

In a lion’s jaws

Like a vice grip

From time to time

Now and then and now

And it’s all damning and sad

That black snake curtain

Rising and falling

Like a reusesble noose

So to take my breath

And break the night

Now and then and now

Rachet it up

To a gallup

Steel shoes

On an iron grate

And a low long ferry whistle

That won’t stop

Now and then and now

I’m not mad at You about it

But I am mad

In need of a wake

For this parasite host

Mother please make noise

Steady and low and sure

Now and then and now

They’ll put your face on a dollar

But they don’t own nothing like He does

They’ll put your face on a dollar

But scratch at a lie and you’ll find a thief

They’ll put your face on a dollar

But the whole face of the glacier will fall

And the wave will never get to you

Yes that’s what you’ll think

One of the last thoughts you’ll think