(2013)
Written for a great friend of mine.
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
