Knocked Down (2/2018)

Knocked Down (2/2018)

Slow going, skating icy oceans on our path.
Out beyond the silent frozen towns.
Why do the good ones get knocked down?

White glistens while quiet listens to
Nobody living here anymore.

Curiosity’s listening out where nothing’s old.
Slow motion spilling endings,
Emotion spills lightning and there’s a ripple on the way.

When did it all get knocked down?
When did the colors leave this town?

Walked out on icy oceans,
Saw my reflection in old battlegrounds.
There’s no proof in history so
Why do the good ones get knocked down?

Curiosity’s listening.

Pitter Patter (2/2018)

Pitter Patter (2/2018)

Ah yes, the hunter.
Hunted by his own head and 
His own stunt double doubled back instead.
Paranoia gets going.
Nice to know ya, I’m going.
Off the edge and then back again.
Right back again.
Back to my planet in this head.
And it ends.

Moving keeps going and
Movie scenes know me.
They’ve all seen it before.

The pretty little pills made, take.
The petty little smiles they fake.
Pitter patter for miles to make
Sure they know the way
Off the edge and then back today.

But they’ve seen it all before.
Flickered little peephole inside
Shows little blurs bitten by the people who hide.
Slow slurring blurs leave hurried people behind.
So he roams.
Stewing old looks and pages from books
He used to use for cooking.
There’s no cooking ’cause nothing’s dead.
Fear nearly uncooked above his head.
The hunted inside said,
‘You doubled back instead?‘

Mustard’s Bowl (2/2018)

Mustard’s Bowl (2/2018)

Rockets dodge dogs through the night.
Pocket songs flow and we write.
Ride the rails, rocket.
It’s all over here.

Slow motion drilling slowly down your skin,
Notion’s not to show we’ve worn thin.
Mustard’s screaming murder
While she sings along with him.
She’s just singing along with him.

Forward’s more endings to fight.
More for us, bend things just right.
Ride my tail forward.
You’re all over here.

Mustard screams murder.
They’re just talking about their times.
Mustard’s singing murder,
Talking about the times.
Singing bloody murder,
Don’t let you wear you thin.

She sings along with him.
Talking about the times,
Teaching us everything.
Talking about the times.

What He’s Doing (2/2018)

What He’s Doing (2/2018)

They say he’s right all the time, it’s his art.
They say he writes all the time, must be smart.
He says,
Right.
I don’t know what I’m doing,
I’m just doing, I’m lost, I’m doing.
I’m just looking, not lost, I’m thinking.
I know there’s more.
It’s not right, this part.
He says he’s not right all the time, it’s just art.
Says, I don’t write all the time, it’s my heart.
He’s broke, a joker, can’t play poker and he knows
Nothing.
One thing.
Maybe
There’s no right.
There’s no right way for anything.
Wait for the right day and fly away.
Some day. They say
It’s all right in front of you.
You won’t miss flights if you learn to fly.
Heart’s handwriting gets handed down,
I was gonna fly.
I know you’ll fly.
He’s so smart, he’s right.
It’s just art, he writes.
Heart, he writes.
It’s nothing.
What I’m doing.

Find Your Way Out (2/2018)

Find Your Way Out (2/2018)

My book is open.
Have a look, don’t get lost.
My book’s wide open.
Come on in, figure me out.

Flecks of frustration scatter beneath patience.
We were never finally figured out.
Something steeps inside,
Intention’s not to hide it.

My book is open.
Thirty-two pages, you’re lost.
I’m all so open.
Come on in, find your way out.

Decades decayed and nobody knew what was happening.
Lost, perfection and somehow mistaken.
Something about our past
Directs the way we act.

What went on and what is happening?
These moments seem to last for me.

Figure me out.
Come on in.
Find your way out
And bring me along.

Yesterday Arrives (2/2018)

Yesterday Arrives (2/2018)

When yesterday came, I got so confused.
My eyes realized how much one man could lose.

Started feelin’ a little crazy.
I could fight, but what’s the use?

When yesterday came, I thought I’d lost it all.
Man, I came apart, but I didn’t fall.

Gathered pieces of my pieces.
Gather thoughts, head to the ball.

When tomorrow leaves, I’m gonna start a new week.
When tomorrow leaves, I’m gonna get a little sleep.

Probably do a little dreaming.
Probably count some little sheep.

When tomorrow leaves, I will wake up feeling fine.
When tomorrow leaves, I’m gonna drink a little wine.

Probably do a little gleaming.
Probably bounce on back and shine.

When tomorrow leaves,
What if yesterday arrives?
I won’t need to worry
With these people by my side.

Broken Wing (2/2018)

Broken Wing (2/2018)

I fall into a hole in the sky.
Swimming with stars
Before I wash up on shore.

Broken wing, won’t fly anymore.

Started strutting across the sand.
Passing castles
And shovels, seeking out your door.

Broken wing, won’t fly anymore.

I need another bird with a broken wing
To sing and strut through life with me.

Stood on the corner of your street
Birds-eye, window.
I saw you pecking at the floor.

Broken wing, won’t fly anymore.

I fell for you on fallen wires.
You caught me walking,
So we walked a little bit more.

Broken wing, don’t need to fly anymore.

We walk,
Strut, dance,
Talk
A little more.
We don’t need to fly anymore.

Broken wing,
Sing and strut through life with me.