(2013)
When the dust has cleared If I’m left alone They’ll tell me I’m not To throw me a bone And say that there’s more fish in…
The flower of which I’ve much avo… A love in growth, has in wealth bo… And I can not bear to turn around As the petals fall onto the ground… And the petals fall onto the groun…
Hey Billy, how I turn to you; how often do you hear the demons h… That spirit of the Holy Father, see the Head, It’s bowed. Much as I’d reject the claim,
A man alone, save silver law Pockmarked by all the things he sa… Lingering ghosts in dead set eyes, Never a tear, these men don’t cry. Quiet here, out on the trail,
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.
Familiar scents of a coming storm; The grey and rain pass time away. In our solace do we drown For affectation of our moods. I wait and blink and think
“You are my sunshine” is so cliche But fully appropriate anyway To describe how, when I’m feeling… Your smile shines upon my day It’s like a spell, how you erase
The city lay quiet; shattered, said my feet. Swallowed long since by the world. Trees bent in, heads to the ground… Branches wreathed across lone desk…
The trees quiver with the yawning… And I struggle by an inner plight… Where went the words I need to sa… I can feel them, but they’re locke… The insects buzz and socialize;
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;
Baby doll, now don’t you cry; Let me peck your cheek and wipe yo… We’ve paid our time, a heavy price For promises of paradise. Hush, my beloved;
Snow whisps form Across the black of the tar; Makes the street seem like a hidde… Floating, slipping Our vessel Ill-equipped to danger…
Slowly comes the smile Gently across my face; Inching onward, a breaking dawn Stretching out like angel’s grace. My hands come up to meet its ends,
He stays up late at night Pondering the black and white Can’t find the spot he’s filling What’s filling up won’t set him ri… Wishes he could see
Verdant green speaks an aura, as s… Douglas firs, a maze; beginnings n… Gods above, the mountains look upo… caressed in the creeping silk of f… In this hearth the cradle sleeps;
