i am enamored by the beauty of
the birds singing through
the streets, my eyes glued,
sun whirling through the
windows growing trees
hidden beneath the carpet —
then i go back to my apartment,
after the world,
which is rotating and i
must jump in because
me and
you
we must have the world spinning
behind us
that is how we work
so our world is on a
spinning pedestal
and
i’m convinced
that
it’s all my fault
that i am dizzy.

I’ve become quite accustomed to
your certain brand of rhetoric,
and though lunacy is in my blood
I’m certainly no lunatic

so shout another awkward joke
and make the comp’ny cringe
they’re all far to prim and proper
to be wand’ring on our fringe

we’ll scare them all away from here
so they can find their own damn henge.

the day defeated me
drenched in rain
that drifted in mists
strangled by
leafless branches aching to
bloom suffocated with
a sky as gray as dusty bones.

i give up

just let me have tomorrow.

on flight through a campus on two legs
old trees seem newer than beer kegs
we stop to walk slow
on ground they dont mow
“graduate” me to God begs

You may hate it when the
rain makes mud of the
driveway, and soaks your
brand new shoes, and
gets your hair all
messed about.

But no matter where
you find yourself in
this world or any
other,
it’s going to rain
sometimes.

So deal with it.

We would
laugh about certain
points, and
take away a
certain heavy meaning
from a very heavy
thing.

We would neuter
the worst, so
it wasn’t so bad
anymore.

At least,
that’s what
we hope
is going to
happen.

eight months,
one band,
two jobs,
and a trailer-load
later,
they’re home.

Allow me to take
this opportunity to
Flex my
considerable ego.

It sometimes gets
cramped, and
always tries to
get out, just
a bit.

I try to keep the
thing in check, but
everything needs
to stretch some time.

So Excuse me
while I say it,
But,

DAMN,

I’m good.

and despite it’s otherwise stunted growth
manages to stand on its on 5 legs
and crawl blissfully into the barren
future

trying to be made less so
by meaningless talk
about anything
whatsoever,
just to fill the void
of silence that will descend
if for even a moment we
let down our guard,
let the silence lengthen,
let the awkwardness
of everything left unsaid
descend and change everything.

i step over this puddle,
reflecting a concrete sky,
hood up as rain falls.