(2013)
Stand by, butterfly on the Canterbury Bells; my memory can’t concede the Spring, not the way you look at me.
Every flower needs food, And barren soil needs a lovely vie… During ice, and heat. The relation’s bittersweet; The grass may one day fade away,
Every glimpse drives me away; I don’t want to be afraid Of meeting that warming gaze, Laughing it off in promise that so… I’ll find the nerve to change;
I’d like to return to the place, a… when the spark took leave of your… won’t you put down your handmirror… look at me like you did that day? Before our spirit turned to game,
Empty words again today And yet I always sit Waiting for something to change In how I try relating it Thousands of words, a thousand tri…
The barrels filled to pockets with… We’ll make oil, and you’ll buy it… Let’s set you up a schedule, Rome… It rose and fell to it’s own pride… Come now, slip it down;
Virgil, where’s the rhyme in this… You’d know the stanza better than… bereft as I might consider myself among this litany. That I’d be so inspired,
Breath of steam, away we go; Stacking smoke; shoveling coal. Stepping forward in the line; Rhythm machine, we’re keeping time… Rosie’s got us off our knees;
Snow whisps form Across the black of the tar; Makes the street seem like a hidde… Floating, slipping Our vessel Ill-equipped to danger…
The old man’s coming back, I hear… Clean up, too much acceptance here… He’d die to see you put yourself Before the troubles of another! Put an eye behind the blinds,
Lords, Ladies of good Nature’s whims; held within the circle, a timeless… until I set myself to speak In such a moment
As the one they hold on to; a lesson towards the knowing end, no better off to be accepted; darker waters, left to tread. Who’s this place for, if not me?
Look! A rising star is born! Beautiful face, lovely smile, Happy and laughing, full of innoce… Let’s take them and teach them how… Let them learn to aspire, to want,…
Take a sip of cough syrup, It’ll keep you right as rain. Scratch at the notch, Slip on a gold watch; You won’t need to feel again.
To wake up at a drop in weight As you snuggle up against me; To kiss you gingerly upon the fore… And take you into my arms. To me that is definitive comfort,