LYRICS

PLANS AND SCHEMES: Hold Onto/Deep In The Heart Of Brooklyn/The Loneliness Is Awful/A Different Kind Of Sadness/So Alone/The Ruins Of St. Johnsberry/Girl From Coney Island/No Direction/Memories Of You/Making Plans/Something Strange.

LAST OF THE BIG TIME SPENDERS: Better Days/Everyone And No One/I Know How I Feel About You/A Guy Who Isn't Home/Is This All There Is?/Beautiful Day/Drinking In The Moonlight/Long I Know/World Go Rolling By.

GANGBUSTERS!: Back In The Land Of The Living/Au Revoir/Can You See Me, Mon Amor/The Only One I Had Is Gone/Jackson Heights/Lost As Lost Can Be/Window's On Atlantis/Forever Hold/Big Surprise/ When We Go/Nobody Like You/You Know That About Me.

RADIOMAN SESSIONS: Ounce of Gold/Weary to the Bone/2nd Street/City Wall.

RULES OF THE ROAD: You Came To Me In The Morning/Beast Of The Horrible Maze/Rules Of The Road/The King/Simple Song.

FIRST LIGHT: Irene/Underground/Camptown Ladies/Lowlands/Corner Of My Room/First Light/Roll Them Blues/Think About You Anymore/Heart To Heal/Sorry That I Missed You Dear/See You Slumber/My Baby's Been Away/Coconut Tree/Going To California.

QUARTER CENTURY: Suzzannah/My Lady Went Away/I'll Be Home/Quarter Century/Final Time For Leaving/Abaraxis Foyer/You're My Lady/Song of Your Dreams/Ancient Alley/Dolly/Sail Away.

THE GREAT MIGRATION: The Great Migration/The Steel Drum/Ida Blue/Capri/Lift Off/Forever, Forever/The Range.

60 SEASONS (A COMPILATION 2000-2005): This Springtime/Words To The Wise/Hey Jim/Don't Refuse Me, My Darling/Unconscious Repeat/Click Click Click Can Can/Lying On The Floor/When These Sands Are Beds Again.

MISCELLANEOUS 2000-2004: Hell's Angels/This City/I Had A Child/Running Around Again On Me/Grover Cleveland Alexander.

SELECTED POEMS: Yorbeleen/The 21st Century/New York of My Heart/Lance Lucky/Dusk in Union Square/Poppies and the Virgin Foodcourt/Just this Side/Always Too/The Return of the High Priestess/High Humdrudgery/Out on the Weekend/Ire and Gemstone/House of Azure/I Saw Three Doors Left Open/Meek Tragedy/You are not a Maiden in Distress/New Moon Prayer.

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PLANS AND SCHEMES

Hold Onto

I got hole in the sole of my shoe, 
And a fever of 102,
I got a legal case and a drinker's face,
And a tale to tell on cue,
And the one thing I got to hold onto is you.

I got a millstone around my kneck,
I gotta keep my ass in check,
I am tempting fate in the Empire State,
I got a date with you-know-who,
And the one thing I got to hold onto is you.

You're the one that I got to hold onto,
You're the one that I'll never do wrong to,
You're the one that I miss and the one that I kiss,
And the one that I am singing this song to.

I have got one life to live,
And I got one gift to give,
But the scales are tipped and my soul is gripped,
By a grief and a darkening hue.

It is a tale told by a fool,
It is meaningless and cruel,
There's a pill on my vest and a pain in my chest,
And a hole in the sole of my shoe,
And the one thing I got to hold onto is you.

You're the one that I got to hold onto,
You're the one that I'll never do wrong to,
You're the one that I tell that I aint doing well,
And you're the one that I will always belong to.

There's a half moon in the sky,
And the taps have all run dry,
And the bars are closed and my skin's exposed,
I am cold and my dollars are few,
And the one thing I got to hold onto is you.

The one thing I got to hold onto is you.


Deep In The Heart Of Brooklyn

I am deep in the heart of Brooklyn,
And I'm walking down the road,
My head is hot and heavy,
And I think it might explode,
We paved this way together,
And we'll pay for it in gold,
But I am deep in the heart of Brooklyn,
Just getting by and growing old.

Now, I've been to the fountain,
Where Zelda scraped her knee,
Up to Long Island Sound and,
Down to the Battery,
I rose out of the ashes,
Of the old NYC,
And I am deep in the heart of Brooklyn,
The only place I'll ever be.

And now things they might get better, babe,
But it's gonna take a while,
But I would wait around forever, babe,
If I thought I'd see you smile,
If they need me they can find me,
They have got my name on file,
I am deep in the heart of Brooklyn,
And I'm going out in style.


The Loneliness Is Awful

I don't know what we're mourning it's as if everyone died,
These rooms are gray in ways I can't define,
But I know I can't afford to be a broken man tonight,
There will be other days to lay down on the line,
So I'll see you here tomorrow and I hope you will be fine,
I know you just need something new to try,
But the loneliness is awful that I'm seeing in your eyes,
The loneliness is awful every time.

Now, I know the stolen stories of them who gave their lives,
How they're broken up and woven into lies,
I know all the twisted motives, I know all the cruel devices,
Of those who would return you to the flies,
But I know I can't afford to be a broken man tonight,
So I'll see you when tomorrow's on the rise,
But the loneliness is awful that I'm seeing in your eyes,
The loneliness is awful every time.

When I see you around the theater where I'm staying with the wife,
In the old hotel of smoke and candle light,
you might say we had to meet here and I know you will be right,
So I'll kiss her and we'll go into the night,
And hope will spring eternal as the bird will take to flight,
As all good things could come to realize,
But the loneliness is awful that I'm seeing in your eyes,
The loneliness is awful every time.

The loneliness is awful that I'm seeing in your eyes,
The loneliness is awful every time.



A Different Kind of Sadnesss

It's not that I am lonely for a lover or a friend,
And it's not that I'm a stranger to my kin,
And it's not that I am waiting for some great thing to begin,
It's a different kind of sadness setting in.

And to everyone I know, I know that I'll see you again,
Sitting at the tavern in the den,
But all that goes to show is that the world won't stop to spin,
It's a different kind of sadness setting in.

And over on the corner there's a loner and a boarder,
He's a store of dissapointments that have been,
But for the man up in the tower who's got nothing more to win,
It's a different kind of sadness setting in.

We could sail the widest ocean, we could scale some great mountain,
And be known among the finest gentlemen,
But we'd still be met with grief and have to take it on the chin,
It's a different kind of sadness setting in.

And baby I should say, you know I love you more each day,
I love you with a love that never ends,
And here if fifty years I will still be loving you then,
It's a different kind of sadness setting in.
Past moments of joy slipped through my hands into the void,
Or were destroyed like great statues made of tin,
And through it all the only thing that I got is my skin,
It's a different kind of sadness setting in.

So put on your finest suit and sweep the dust into the bin,
And meet me at the dance hall around ten,
And tomorrow we'll talk over what tonight might still happen,
With a different kind of sadness setting in.


So Alone

Every kind of stranger is staring right at you,
You look just like their lost son and sing just like him too,
I'll meet you in the country and in the city square,
But every kind of stranger is waiting for us there.

So alone, so alone,
Why are we so alone?
So alone, so alone,
Why are we so alone?

Best laid plans completed and best intentions spurned,
Doing drugs in secret to cast off wicked words,
When I got home that morning I put your record on,
My whole life passed before me listening to the song.

So alone, so alone,
Why are we so alone?
So alone, so alone,
Why are we so alone?

Every kind of stranger is asking you your sign,
Looking through your laundry and listening on your line,
And everyone who knows me is asking what you did,
To get to be so lonely and what your keeping hid.

So alone, so alone,
Why are we so alone?
So alone, so alone,
Why are we so alone?


The Ruins Of St. Johnsberry

I got there just in time for the execution,
You and he had walked into the rain,
I wasn't looking for a solution,
I was looking more to lose than to gain.

I was reading dispatches from the news room,
You were in the ticker tape parade,
For me it was like a blood transfusion,
For you, like the first time getting laid.

And I recalled the ruins of St. Johnsberry,
My mornings were a messianic haze,
They covered me in gilt,
With red roses to the hilt,
I was build for auction like a slave.

I got there just in time to get played,
I got there just in time to get waylaid.

You told me you thought things would turn out different,
Than me and you, the walls and Lady Jane,
But a bad mixture of pills and lack of instinct,
Wound us up and found us here again.

There are guys out there who will kill you for a quarter,
But you'll die more from boredom than from pain,
And you'll find out as your days are getting shorter,
That your mouth is dry and you drank up all the rain.

And you'll get there just in time to take the blame,
You'll get there just in time to lose your name.



Girl From Coney Island

You want to find a girl from Coney Island,
With a million-dollar smile on lips of wine,
You want to fall in love without even trying,
You always talk about it all the time,
You want for her to open like a daisy,
And always have your loving on her mind,
You want for her to always drive you crazy,
And gaze into you lonely eyes.

Now, I was once a phantom in a slide show,
Barely but a shadow of my pa,
A scaredy-cat in jeans right out of high school,
About to run afowl of the law,
I was once the sad end of a story,
I was mourning only sorrows that I saw,
Till she bent down to lift my crown of glory,
And restored me with her loving arms.

You look in each direction for a mile and,
All you see are fish nets and cods,
They're carving out a future for a sly man,
Who's reclining in a temple of the gods,
And you're walking through the dark just like a blind man,
With your right hand in a silent applause,
Just looking for a girl form Coney Island,
And trying to defy the odds.


No Direction

I'm waiting at the intersection of the mill and the Johnstown road,
There are women lighting candles, there are memories burning holes,
There are children in the rafters and spirits yearning ceaslessly below,
And I just missed my connection and I don't know what direction to go.

I had ten years to figure how to put my head on straight,
I got ten years behind me but I'm ten years too late,
I got ten years of bad recollections to know,
And I just missed my connection and I don't know what direction to go.

One road leads to the Jordan and one road leads to the Lethe,
One road leads to heaven but both roads lead to death,
And I'm seriously wondering if the one that gets there sooner's mine to tow,
And I just missed my connection and I don't know what direction to go.

I just missed my connection and I don't know what directon to go.



Memories Of You

I've got so many memories of you,
Some are black as coal and some are blue,
Some come a knockin' like a stranger in the dark and walk on through,
I've got so many memories of you.

I've got so many needles on a string,
I got two for every one you bring,
And we are cold and wet but they haven't licked us yet like they said they'd do,
I've got so many memories of you.

Your innocence is gone and your hair is gray,
You don't mean exactly what you say,
But after all this time I'm reminded of the things that we went through,
I've got so many memories of you.

And I don't care what the rain brings, no,
All I care is if you're out in it you'll tell me so.

Once when you were down you asked me, "please,
There's a part of me nobody sees,
But what else can I do to be someone who they'll all say they knew?",
I've got so many memories of you.

I've got so many memories of you.


Making Plans

Making plans to see you,
Thinking you will call,
Staring out the window at the fall.

Looking in the rear view,
Listening through the wall,
Thinking that I'm no damn good at all.

Like a tambourine,
I know where you've been,
I know what you've seen,
And the scene you're in.

And I do not know the reasons,
For what could make you bleed,
And I don not know the sentences you read.

But I hope for concellation,
That you should take the lead,
And get the compensation that you need.

But these dreams erode,
Like these streams that flowed,
And these schemes implode,
'Neath the heavy load.

I am sifting through the memories,
Of what will be regret,
And what will be the things that I forget.

And I'm making plans to see you,
In places where we met,
But if you're coming you're not coming yet.



Something Strange

Something strange is in the air, the shadow's in my room,
The clouds are in a pattern that reveals impending doom,
The roses are in tatters, the beach is dust-bone dry,
And when I told you nothing matters you had no reply,
A man in black is in my seat, his crow is on my stair,
And something wrong is going on and something strange is in the air.

A lady in white's on the bed in ribbons and lace,
A look of joy and something coy is plastered on her face,
And somewhere you remember the names she had for you,
When you weren't as clever and your friends were but a few,
And everything that ever was, the sun has seen from there,
But something wrong is going on and something stranger is in the air.

The morning that you found me I was sifting through a dream,
I was not alive or dead but somewhere in between,
I'd had a million whiskeys and the fire was in my brain,
The dream was I was waiting for forever for a train,
And now my body's broken in pain and disrepair,
And something wrong is going on and something strange is in the air.

I thought I saw you talking in a crowd with everyone,
Speaking in the lingo that is common to the tongue,
They were sending messages and they were chewing ice,
Some said, "this is heaven!", and some said, "it's paradise!",
And everything was normal down to the hair,
But something wrong was going on and something strange was in the air.

The summer that it rained well on into July,
There was many a rainbow that stretched across the sky,
You said it was the promies that could never be destroyed,
Even if you've forgotten it, it doesn't make it void,
But still it rained and rained all day, and now it's raining everywhere,
And something wrong is going on and something strange is in the air.




LAST OF THE BIG TIME SPENDERS

Better Days

Well, I won't let you down,
And I won't mess around,
There will be better days,
Better Days will come.

Trust in me, shed no tear,
Dread no scene, show no fear,
There will be better days,
Better days will come.

'Cause I won't let you lay,
Through the dark of the day,
And I won't go away, oh no.

I will hold you long,
Till the leaves are all gone,
And the strong winter winds blow.

See the sun sinking fast,
Feel the great shadow cast,
There will be better days,
Better days will come.

Let yourself no be blamed,
Know no grief, feel no shame,
There will be better days,
Better days will come.

'Cause I won't let you lay,
Through the dark of the day,
And I won't go away, oh no.

I will hold you long,
Till the leaves are all gone,
And the strong winter winds blow.

I will hold you long,
Till the leaves are all gone,
And the strong winter winds blow cold.

Everyone and No One.

Mothers dressed in the height of latest fashion,
White boys dreaming of five minutes of fame,
You tell me how your driven to distraction,
Everyone and no one is to blame.

I believed you when you told me you were lying,
How you were all so caught up in the game,
How your two-bit acquaintance was conspiring,
Everyone and no one is the same.

I made a formal complaint with the county,
I'm in too deep and going nowhere fast,
The dregs of society surround me,
Everyone and no one finish last.

Swamese and confidence men mingle,
Alcoholics stumble through the day,
A railroad man is tipping me single,
Everyone and no one has to pay.

Everyone and no one,
Everyone and no one,
Everyone and no one.

Clearly your daughter's on the prowl,
Strange how she already flew the coop,
I saw her trading faces with a scoundrel,
Everyone and no one's in the loop.

Suicidal middle shoolers,
Empathetic actors in the fray,
Soon to be charismatic rulers,
Everyone and no one says ok.

I brought used electronics to the factory,
I send a correspondence through the post,
I'm waiting but they haven't gotten back to me,
Everyone and no one matter most.

But I've got whiskey and religion,
And you've got a piece of the pie,
But I'm telling you with tears and with conviction,
Everyone and no one wonders why.

Everyone and no one,
Everyone and no one,
Everyone and no one.

I Know How I Feel About You.

I don't know how I feel about music,
It's like I am lost in the cue,
'Cause everyone wants to do it,
And everyone wants to be new,
So maybe I ought to refuse it,
And go find something else that is true,
I don't know how I feel about music,
But I know how I feel about you.

I don't know how I feel about whiskey,
Though it's such a companion to who,
Does embark on a life that is risky,
And is shrouded in lonliness too,
But at daybreak I'm tortured and sickly,
When at the night the sweet fires I imbue,
I don't know how I feel about whiskey,
But I know how I feel about you.

And we pay for these trifles in tandem,

And we moan as the idlers do,
And we suffer our setbacks at random,
Though we're still of the luckiest few,
And we live amongst discarded cargo,
And sorrow where hope once grew,
I don't know how I feel about tomorrow,
But I know how I feel about you.

So scrape out your horn of plenty,
And seek out your last resort,
I'll never again be twenty,
And my life it may even be short,
But when angels or demons come get me,
I think back on all that I knew,
I don't know how I'll feel about my memory,
But I know how I'll feel about you.

Yes, I know how I'll feel about you.

A Guy Who Isn't Home.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror,
Just to see that I was home,
The conclusion that I came to wasn't clear,
But by then I had moved on,
Down around the shadows by the pier,
Where the sailors come and go,
And I started down the road of stolen glances,
Where the late night movies show.

By midnight I'll wandering on the corners,
Of a bad neighborhood,
Vaguely in search of feeling nothing,
'Cause nothing feels good,
By docks that held a thousand bales of cotton,
And Carribean rum,
Abandoned to decay now and forgotten,
To the tides that rise to them.

I must say it adds something to my travels,
To be traveling alone,
No one could prove for certain I'd a witness,
At the bar or hotel room,
And there upon the chair next to the table,
In the room beneath a dome,
In a black coat and boater,
Is the picture of a guy who isn't home.

Is This All There Is?

I was alone and terrified by the midnight in my soul,
By the burning bush and the blushing bride on the night I lost control,
I said, "mister, let me ask you (while these last few take their toll),
Is this all there is, is this all there is, is this all there is to know?"

"I road out on the howling wind and slept out on the shore,
I walked along the road of sin and knocked on heaven's door,
But I have no way of knowing what I am going toward,
Is this all there is, is this all there is, is this all there my Lord?"

"I loved a fair young woman in the springtime of my year,
But that was all so long ago and far away from here,
And I recall the last thing was her asking through a tear,
Is this all there is, is this all there is, is this all there is my dear?"

"When Noah walked on dry land he drank his fill of wine,
It gave him blood shot eyes and it strangled up his mind,
How could that thing happen to the father of mankind?
Is this all there is, is this all there is, is this all there is to find?"

So I cried out my question, but the lesson was to be,
For him to give his blessing as we parted company,
And for late into the evening me to sing this melody,
Is this all there is, is this all there is, is this all there is for me?

Beautiful Day.

Otto and Ramie and Clarence,
Were all of them staying till two,
None of them wanting for marriage,

All of them waiting for you,
And tomorrow you'll say that I too was there,
(But what did I know and how could I dare),
But they'll see by the way that you look that you care,
'Cause your stare will tell them you do.

Now, I met Celeine at a party,
Where nobody thought to agree,
That the only one there who was pretty,
Was the only one there who was she,
And as the moon glowed on the rooftops and road,
And the whiskey flowed into me,
The only one seen not to pounce or to preen,
Was Celeine who stayed sweet as can be.

Now, all of the tables were fastened,
And all of the glasses arranged,
But no one would go through the kitchen,
To the room where the master was hanged,
By a thread that he kept by the bed where he slept,
And stared out into the rain,
Because no one was sure when they came throught the door,
Just who was demure or insane.

And I was awake in the morning,
And it looked like a beautiful day,
A man on the street gave a whislte,
And the sun gave a beautiful ray,
I'd seen Celeine last night my dream,
She was keeping the dark clouds away,
And when she woke up at last,
And I told her she laughed,
And said she had nothing to say.

Drinking In The Moonlight.

She'll never leave me drinking in the moonlight,
She'll never leave me broken and alone,
Though all along the pier the ghosts are braying,
And praying for the water from the stone.

The night is falling grim along the hedges,
The wind is blowing strong and growing cold,
The river's flowing deep into the eddies,
And rolling over tall and open falls.

And violins are crying out together,
In mourning for their grief they did atone,
But she'll never leave me drinking in the moonlight,
And she'll never leave me broken and lone.

I got so many strings holding me to tether,
And whether on the beach or on the road,
There's just no way that I could live without her,
I doubt she'll ever know just what I owed.

And maudlin berrers stall the wisps of daybreak,
And their leash is on a beast that yet to've flown,
But she'll never leave me drinking in the moonlight,
And she'll never leave me broken and alone.

She'll never leave me drinking in the moonlight,
And she'll never leave me broken and alone.

Long I Know.

I won't be gone long I know,
Say for me my word was so,
Know from me our love will grow.

I won't be gone long I know,
Feel me as the winds that blow,
See me as the great rainbow.

Hey Louise, you're new I see,
Have your next two rounds on me,
I myself drink straight whiskey.

You'll pay all your dues in years,
Waiting till your train appears,
Trading all your hopes for fears.

I won't be gone long I know,
Steal your demon's cries down low,
Keep your angel's gold halo.

See them mingling on the dock,
The church bell rings six o'clock,
Red lights shine all down the block.

I won't be gone long I know,
Keep my dinner on the stove,
Keep in mind this tale I wove.

I won't be gone long I know,
I won't be gone long I know,
I won't be gone long I know.

World Go Rolling By.

I've been down by the Brooklyn bridge,
I learned my secret heritage,
I saw myself at the pearly gates,
With cause to mourn and celebrate,
I won the love of a lovely gal,
I drank the wine by the old canal,
But I'm alone beneath the sky,
And I watch the world go rolling by.

I've been in peril on the sea,
And on the second balcony,
I've been thrown into the face,
Of both glory and disgrace,
And in this place I call my home,
Things have changed and the thrill is gone,
And so I breath another sigh,
And watch the world go rolling by.

The things I've lost are all I have,
That is my curse, my golden calf,
But only half of everything,
That midnights bode and mornings bring,
And what is left is in your eyes,
And what I don't yet realize,
And that is true and that is why,
I watch the world go rolling by.




GANGBUSTERS!


Back in The Land of the Living

It is lonely here like Cleveland,
The Iron bars are tight,
We load up in the evening,
And we drop it off at night.

I am blacking out like Pittsburgh,
I just want to be with you,
I just want something special,
I don't want something new.

I am back in the Land of the living
Back in the land of the living,
Back in the land of the living,
I am back in the land of the living.

Now, I was made from Adam,
And you were made from Eve,
And for my misdirection,
We have hungry mouths to feed.

And for your sly deception,
We labor and we bleed,
But we've got the connection, baby,
And that is all we need.

(chorus)

And now Salome and Sophie,
Are right outside my door,
If you put them together,
They equal thirty-four.

But they don't know what I'm saying,
They haven't got a clue,
They don't want something special, no,
They just want something new.

(Chorus)

Au Revoir

I don't want to be there no more,
I packed my bags and cleaned my drawer,
And I got my feet right out the door,
Au Revoir.
I don't want to be hanging around,
You let me watch you turn me down,
I am gone now, sorrow bound,
My darling, Au Revoir.

Au Revoir, Au Revoir,
I loved you just the way you are,
But if that's not enough I'm sorry darling,
And I'm sorry for,
The wailing winds,
The bitter seas,
The failing crops and the dying trees.
And all I did not stem or ease,
Or change or please.

And I'm sorry for the cruel way,
You made me watch you walk away,
And all I did not do or say,
To make you change you're mind and stay,
Au Revoir, Au Revoir,
My final tear is on the floor,
'Cause I'm not going to weep no more,
My darling, au revoir.

And so call the Son,
And tell the czar,
That all is as it was before,
I'm strumming on the same guitar,
And wishing on the same bright star,
That the winds will ease,
And the wounds will heal,
And that some great future will reveal,
That all I do no know I feel,
And that all I did not do I will,
Au Revoir, au revoir,
I will still love you from afar,
But now its done, so long, we part,
My darling, au revoir.


Can You See Me, Mon Amor

Can you see me, mon amor?
I am on a golden shore,
Whistling a borrowed tune,
Howling at a lonely moon,
Howling at a lonely moon.

In the streets of Santa Fe,
I thought you would marry me,
That is why I weep today,
I thought you were there to stay,
I though you were there to stay.

Can you see me, mon amor?
I am on the second floor,
Of where you sleep and where you swoon,
Howling at a lonley moon,
Howling at a lonely moon.

Play the gray accordion,
Sing a song for lonely men,
Sing for old New Orleans,
Gone again, gone again.

I will walk with you tonight,
By the streets and the steeple light
Like a raving Amorite,
I will sing to you tonight,
I will sing to you tonight.

Can you see me, mon amor?
Standing where I was before,
In the rains of May and June,
Howling at a lonely moon,
Howling at a lonely moon.


The Only One I had Is Gone.

I have got a fever in my heart,
I have got a fear up in my soul,
I am sixty seasons now from home,
And I'm not gonna see it any more.

And the only one I had is gone,
The only one I had is gone,
The only one I had is gone,
The only one I had is gone.

Keep the candle lit in your window,
At midnight it will breath a steady glow,
I'll see it when I'm out and on the road,
I'll need it when I'm out and in the cold.

When the only one I had is gone,
When the only one I had is gone,
When the only one I had is gone,
When the only one I had is gone.

Gone are the doey eyes I used to know
Gone are those sweet hands I used to hold,
I am walking through the darkened hall,
And I am walking out the open door.

I have walked a million miles,
And I could walk a million more.

But the only one I had is gone,
The only one I had is gone,
The only one I had is gone,
The only one I had is gone.

(repeat chorus)


Jackson Heights

I got up to Jackson Heights
Not a minute to soon,
It was fifty million hours to dawn,
And five minutes to doom,
And the cameras were rolling,
And the heads were too,
So I layed me down and blew on the horn.

Everybody said
He was the best thing that they knew,
And they testified to how they tried,
Their best to see him through,
But when at last he staggered off,
To lay down in the dew,
It was for him the same as being born.

I wrote one song for Jesus Christ,
And thirty-three for you,
And I tell you that I know it,
That I've blown it and I do,
But with fifty million hours to dawn,
There must be something left to get into,
So adieu, till the morn.


Lost as Lost Can Be

I don't want no calls or company,
I walk the halls and find the key,
I fall asleep and sleep till three,
I am as lost as lost can be.

She's gone for good, she's gone from me,
And in her place there is a breeze,
It sings her name and knocks my knees,
I am as lost as lost can be.

I am as lost as lost can be,
I am as lost as lost can be,
I am as lost as lost can be,
I am as lost as lost can be.

Where here we lay, where here we slept,
No conscience strayed, no envy crept,
My un-contained sweet spirit leapt,
Bound not but to your boundlessness,
But now those dreams do scream and jest,
"Get off my gleam, you sycophant,
This truth was not yours to invent,
My thrown is not your armor,
And now in dreams, let shadows haunt
And keep them as your past repent,
Know she was not your angel sent,
And you were not for her honor meant,
And the steel forged and the battles fought
The iron ore and the robes you sought,
All that now has been before,
Now turns to dust and comes and comes to naught."

And so, unyielding calls to me,
In hallow tones the Broken Dream,
When you and I were one were we,
But now unto the soundless sea,
From shore and land to rock and tree,
From beast and man to everything,
I am as lost as lost can be,
I am as lost as lost can be.

I am as lost as lost can be,
I am as lost as lost can be,
I am as lost as lost can be,
I am as lost as lost can be.

(repeat chorus)


Windows On Atlantis

The window's on the Atlantis,
The agua's in the sink,
The foreman and the admiral,
Are too tired to drink,
Our home is in the ashes,
The aqua and the pink,
The embers never burned me,
Like I wanted you to think.

The highways of Astoria,
Are of the Seventh Sphere,
I'm glad I got to pick that spot,
Before you dropped me here,
When you said come to Brighton,
I dreamed you were alone,
But there he stood beside,
With and ice cream and a son.

I'm tethered in the forest,
Of the canyon to the tree,
And I'm bound to be a broken man,
Before I am released.

The window's on Atlantis,
The sun is on the hills,
The marigolds and arrows,
In the pears and wipperwhills,
Arriving from Toledo,
In care of Angeline,
Are solid bricks of Pyrite,
From The fifty hammer line.

And she said it will come for me,
And yes, I guess it might,
But if you let them catch you
Then you have to name the price.

And if the gate is locked for good,
And if the lake is drained,
I'll either die in Stockholm,
Or I walk home in the rain.


Forever Hold

If I am lying in pleasure,
Where we met by the light of the moon,
To float down the widest river,
To arrive in the finest room,
Then keep me on the tether there,
Where graces wide are strewn,
And hold me to the letter there,
That all is gone so soon.
It was out in the dust of the evening,
Where the water flows from the rock,
That we met with the greatest pleasure,
On the dunes of ten o'clock,
And now you're face is the sunshine
That feeds the leaves of these eyes,
And now your arm is the river vine,
That pulls these limbs from the tide.

I'll forever hold to you I will,
And when I am cold I hold you still.

If ever there were demons,
There are demons to be sure,
I think that I can see them,
Coming right up to the door.
And if I only dream them,
Let me leave them to recite
Whatever oath's between them
And the skeletons of night.
And if that oath I'm under,
And I mumble it like a fiend,
Then break me from their number,
And take me from the scene,
And love me like you loved me
When you loved me in Spring,
And mine will be the memory,
Whose future you'll redeem.

(Chorus)

If I am lazy in splendor,
And whistling a tune,
With my feet up on the leather
Of the hide of a Mydas tomb.
Then do me one the better there,
And break my bed of doom,
And make your own a bed of stone,
As a bride for a wide-eyed groom.
And it will be my purpose
To answer when you cry,
And if true love deserve us,
Then blessed be you and I.
And ever-after seldom,
Will a tear fall from your eye,
And when they ask I'll tell them,
That I loved you, when I die.

(Chorus)


Big Surprise

Like the man up on the mountain,
Like the boy inside the tent,
I love you like a blind man,
for everything he's heard.
The rain drops on the ground and,
The heels on the cement,
The dog out in the moonlight
And the crying mocking bird.

Like an unwed mother,
like a lonely son,
I love you like a hobo,
For everywhere he's been.
From the cliffs of Dover,
To the amazon,
And every empty boxcar,
That he threw his blanket in.

I know you like the back of my hand,
You know me like the subway plan.
We do it 'cause we have to,
Not just because we can,
And if I had to ask you
Then I wouldn't be your man.

Like a dali lamma
Like a big surprise,
I love you 'cause I gotta,
With a love that never dies.


When We Go

I told you I was leaving in the morning,
And I hope that you understand,
And I hope that you see me through the window go,
Like a dove of the Rio Grande.

I know that you are needing of affection,
But I hope that you do not plan,
To offer up your portion, 
For the love of another man.

Oh sister, sister save me,
Save me from what I am,
My hands are getting lazy, 
And my life is in my hand.

I told you I am leaving in the morning,
And I hope that you understand,
And I hope that you see through the window, go
Like a dove of the Rio Grande,
Like a dove of the Rio Grande.


When we sing it is like a chorus,
And when we love it is like a ram
When we come it is like the thunder
And when we go it is like a lamb.

And I know that you are needing of affection,
But I hope that you do not plan,
To offer up your portion,
For the love of another man.

Oh sister, sister save me,
Save me from what I am.
My head is getting crazy
And my life is in my hand.

When we sing it is like a chorus,
And when we love it is like a ram,
When we come it is like the thunder,
And when we go it is like a lamb,
When we go it is like a lamb.


Nobody Like You

I chased the dragon,
I got what I could get,
From ukelelies and clarinet,
Mono e mono, tete a tete,
But still I never, ever ever met,
Nobody like you.

Never, every met nobody like you
No never, ever met nobody like you
No never, ever met nobody like you.
Do do do...

In Mississippi,
My uncle Tom,
Fed me on linseed and Doctor John,
And now I bring him whiskey and anisette,
But still he never, ever ever met,
Nobody like you.

(Chorus)

She came from Paris,
With an ambulet,
And when she wears this,
i'll wager that,
She'll be the fairest on the social set,
But still she never, ever ever met,
Nobody like you.

(Chorus)


You Know That About Me

Like any man I'm far away from digging up my roots,
I'm lost inside the great escape of winning attitudes,
So far be it from me to say you don't stand in my shoes,
You know that about me and I know that about you.

Our one-year anniversary it came and went so soon,
Gone before the iron gate cast by the last tycoon,
And now its time for marriages and Paris honeymoons,
So step inside the basket of my big red lead balloon.

Like any one I cry sometimes when I sing my songs,
I'm not fighting no more battles I'm busy righting all my wrongs,
But now I've got a piece of pie to put my knife into,
You know that about me and I know that about you.

So have another round on me before the axle falls,
I'll be busy plugging leaks with open parasols,
I'm good for fifteen grand man but not a penny more,
You've been to Monte Carlo but you'll die in Baltimore.

Like any man I'm far beneath the reach of my own robe,
I've got a place in heaven but I'm lost upon the globe,
But when I say 'I love you' it means I really do,
You know that about me and I know that about you,

Yes, you know that about me and I know that about you.



RADIOMAN SESSIONS
Ounce of Gold


I aint coming home with an ounce of gold,
And I aint coming home with a handsome coat,
No, I aint got a handsome coat,
And I aint got a five pound note,
And I aint coming home with an ounce of gold.

And I aint coming home with a single friend,
And I aint coming home with a thing to lend,
No I aint got a thing to lend,
And I aint got a single friend,
And I aint coming home with an ounce of gold.

Oh, I could have died tonight,
And it would have felt alright,
And it would have been just like me too,
To do something to frighten you.

And I aint coming home with an ounce of gold,
And I aint coming home with a fat billfold,
No, I aint got a fat billfold,
And I aint got a hat to hold,
And I aint coming home with an ounce of gold.

I got three pieces of silver in my pocket here,
One is for the ceremony and two for eye sockets, dear.

And I aint coming home with an ounce of gold,
And I aint coming home with card to show,
No I aint got a card to show,
And I aint got a garland bow,
And I aint coming home with an ounce of gold.

No, I aint coming home with an ounce of gold.


Weary to the Bone

I'm standing on the boundaries of beaches,
I'm breathing in salt and in the foam,
There are cowards in the rubble,
And they stumble 'neath a tower of stone.

All the foundaries are down and in pieces,
All the actors and the teachers are gone,
I heard somebody say there will be night,
Before the day will dawn.

(And I know that you are near me,
So I know that you can hear me moan,
But I hope you're seeing clearly,
'Cause its eerie and I'm weary to the bone.)

I met someone who thought he was a man,
And I met someone who did not give a damn,
And I met someone who asked me,
"Is it a man or is it a mask that they demand?",

There are soldiers of fortune in breeches,
Sleeping with the rats in catacombs,
There are piles of cut throats,
Under tiles of cathedrals of Rome.

Chorus.

Now, the whiskey in the jar was depleted,
So they frisk me and they leaved me alone,
I was pissed out in Jersey,
When the cisterns of the earth did explode.

Come stumble down the mountain of misery,
Come stumble down the valley of woe,
And land near me man, here,
And stand with me toe to toe.

Chorus.


2nd St.

Way, way down on 2nd street,
That's where you'll find my baby,
Talking to the folks she meets,
In the parlance of the times.
I take a chance and roll the dice,
She holds my hands and treats me nice,
Way, way down on 2nd street.

Over on The Bowery,
Old Samuel he plays,
His language is flowery,
In all the right ways.
Samuel's a friend of mine,
And I'll go to see him anytime,
Over on The Bowery.

And Jim and James they drink a lot,
But they play it straight and forget me not,
They say "hello" when they spot me on the stool.
And so I always go with Jim and James,
To burn the midnight candle flames,
Where no one pays and no one plays the fool.

These burdens make me tired,
And this language makes me lonely,
The cup that I am drinking from,
It only leaves me cold.
I wish that I could turn around,
In time to see the sun go down,
I hope these copper coins I found,
Are worth their weight in gold.

Way, way down on old Broadway,
You'll spot him in the crowd,
He walks in double quick time,
And he holds his head up proud,
Who knows where he's walking to?,
I can say as good as you,
Who knows where he's walking to.

And on 2nd street my baby waits,
Beneath a sky like iron grates,
Behind the guise of fashion plates and plumes.
And the stars that she's so far beneath,
Make wide her eyes and guide her feet,
Way, way down on 2nd street.

And on 2ns street my baby prays,
Through the woes of frozen days,
In a maze of rented rooms.
And the moon who's bluest eyes she greets,
Will see her trials now complete,
Way, way down on 2nd street.


City Wall.

I know I listed,
And I know I've fallen,
On this cattle battle ground of love in vain,
When the sun is down then the bats will play.

A green eyed Sally,
In a three mile valley,
To the halls of men in love in bronze engrave,
To the cheap hotels with the neon fade.

Save the city,
Save the city wall,
Save the city,
Save the city wall,
We all appear ethereal in the dawn.

A makeshift lordie,
And a seaside Charlie,
Making rounds in a garden house of cards and capes.

And a crispy dinner,
By the Hudson River,
Of broken gods and model trains,
Broken hearts and token gains.

Chorus.



RULES OF THE ROAD

You Came to Me In The Morning

You came to me in the morning,
You took the hyacinth route,
You begged three questions,
And then layed your body down,
And the sun was glowing,
Though the stars were out,
And the green of silver spring,
Was laying on the ground.

You came to me in the morning,
You came to me in the morning.

Why are the harbingers lolling?
Because the secret is out,
Ten kings are caught between,
The earth and the final shroud,
And now at last you know me,
In the presence of them,
I am not your coney,
I am not your prince of men.

You came to me in the morning,
You came to me in the morning.

Ride with me and Mercury,
Upon the timeless train,
A guide across the albatross',
Sea of the sane.

Beyond the flowers of Zion,
Beyond the pale of the Nile,
You came to me in the morning,
And we rested there a while.

You came to me in the morning,
You came to me in the morning.


Beast Of The Horrible Maze

What do you say to the guard of the gate,
At the horrible maze of the dead?
In jetsom waves at the end of the days,
When the pendulum grazes your head?
And your chances never improved,
In a land that's never been loved.

Tell me again of the kingdom of men,
In yesteryear's heavenly home,
Who's eulogy reads in a fossil of leaves,
And an ossified offering of bone,
And the myth of the snake who was born of the lake,
In the form of the ape and the star,
Who in mystery drank and in misery sank,
Through the skin in the wave of the horror,
There to war in furious waves,
And impune with merciless eyes.

Once from the seat of the avenue beat,
I was greated with distinct relays,
Mercurial songs from ethereal skies,
That the fear of the times couldn't stay,
But now with a rench there is driving my senses,
Immence, unrelenting malaise,
And I know no place of peace in the face,
Of the beast of the horrible maze,
From the Hudson to the Seine,
To the poles and back again,
In the living world of men.


Rules Of The Road

I was in the corner drinking,
And you were behind me thinking,
That thoughts and words are fleeting,
But that deeds are set in stone.
And if everyone got what they wanted,
Then no soul would ever be haunted,
By pathways left unplodded,
And by projects left unknown.
You held me when I was cringing,
When my one good ear was ringing,
And the crowd behind me was singing,
Some old funeral ode.
We were beat up on the railways,
And weeded out on trolleys,
Bound by human folleys,
And the rules of the road.

Our fates are wound together,
Forever and forever,
Our shoes are made of leather,
And our bodies made of flesh.
We're wounded and we're healed,
Armored and steeled,
Our movements are concealed,
And our fees are payed in cash.
Our fortunes are expanded,
Our wistful wishes granted,
And our failures are walls of granite,
That nothing can explode.
And around the darkened corner,
Are a murderer and a mourner,
And both of them know the order,
And the rules of the road.

Your eyes remain unchanging,
In the words you are saying,
But still it is a strange thing,
How my ears don't hear the same.
And the pirates on the circuit,
They know just how to work it,
And their calibres are perfect,
For taking down big game.
Your face was red from the wine,
As you tapped your foot in time,
And you held your hand in mine,
And your radiance glowed.
And the angles up in heaven,
Are staying where He set them,
To keep and to protect them,
From the rules of the road.


The King

The King called his men to his funeral bed,
Because he didn't want to die alone,
And he told them there that he didn't care,
And that they could share the throne,
Because he didn't have an heir,
Because he didn't have a queen,
Because he didn't want to cook,
And he didn't want to clean,
The palace after the week long parties he would throw.

Now ask me again and I'll try to pretend,
That I'm trying to sit up and not slouch,
I'm not and agreeing and I'm almost believing,
The words coming out of my mouth,
And I'm trying to figure if the answer I give her,
Is the one to her flower or the one for her finger,
And I'll never know either and I'll never believe her anyhow.

Now honest John was the foolish one,
Who let the thieves in through the door,
And citizen Sam was the one who was scammed,
When he thought all intentions were pure,
And I was decieved by the heart on my sleeve,
By the smile on my face and the faith in my dream,
And week after week on the city street makes it clear.

So let me explain: there are two kinds of ways,
The average fellow can be,
There are two kinds of ways that I can behave,
All depending on my company,
And I don't want to divert you,
Or love and desert you,
And I don't want to lie because I don't want to hurt you,
I just want to preserve you,
'Cause I want to deserve you my dear.

Simple Song.

When the evening bells are ringing,
And the breeze is on the lawn,
There will be a chorus singing,
There will be a simple song.

You and me we are beginning,
The unbeaten path is long,
But the seasons are forgiving,
When the grieving days are gone.

Oh what I would give to leave the call alone,
That cries in silent blue,
But that is what it is to bring the simple song,
I long to sing to you.

Fare thee well you desperate city,
Fare thee well you Babylon,
I will bring and angel with me,
And continue on my own.

When the evening bells are ringing,
And the breeze is on the lawn,
There will be a chorus singing,
There will be a simple song.




FIRST LIGHT

Irene

I showed Irene where the trouble was,
And she don't write me still,
I don't know why I'm saying,
But for saying this I will,
I admire the simple man,
I am not as brave as him,
Who goes out on the waves and them,
Who roll upon the hill.

Adelaine was pregnant,
And Lillana Dune was dry,
And all the Freds did burn their heads,
When Jim began to cry,
And it felt so very real to me,
When Irene wandered by,
So I followed her beyond the stream,
Where lovers go to lie.

Oh mother bring me hamentaschen,
Rasberry sauce and rye,
And tell me that its not so bad,
To be this kind of guy,
My Irene is gone a year,
And still I cannot dry my tear,
And still I sing goodnight to her,
Beneath a weeiping sky.

Goodnight Irene....


Underground

Some men have all the luck,
Some have none at all,
I'm standing by the side of the road,
Feeling about two feet tall,
I've been 'round a dozen times,
Out the gates and through the pines,
I way, way past the starting line,
And I hear the bugle call.

Mama, take me down,
To where the trumpets do not blow so loud,
Mama, get me bound,
From this underground.

I see you're leaning on a crutch,
The one that says you love too much,
But if its true, and that exists,
Then why'd you make me go like this?
I did what I had to do,
Love has got to be for two,
I guess you loved me just for you,
If you did at all.

Mama, take me down,
To where the neon lights don't glow so proud,
Mama, get me bound,
From this underground.

And marble Tom stays so serene,
He washed his clothes and he keeps them clean,
He licked his chops in Aberdeen,
And he hangs his hat in Gaul,
He said lets go to Moscow,
I've had it all in Ghent,
And we're half a day and lost now,
And all my money's spent,
He'll be gone tommorrow,
Tommorrow I'll be bent,
Some men have all the luck,
Some aint got a cent.

Mama, take me down,
Round me up don't fail me now,
Mama get me bound,
From this underground.


Camptown Ladies

The Camptown ladies came again,
The World's Fair and the oil can,
Dan the Strongman, and Tyler too,
They sashayed in, in garland capes,
Brandished pork and organ pipes,
Ablaze in stars and stripes and boo hoo hoo.

Now I liked to keep my engine clean,
I'd fill it up with gasoline,
I'd get it shining bright like new,
But all of them just took a piece,
And drove it out, out on the streets,
And left me black with grease and high on glue.

I said "Let me keep my vague romances,
All the silver went to Francis,
And all the second chances went to Sue",
And I buried their sorrows then,
Deep in the sunbaked Sudan,
And took the mountain van to Katmandoo.

Now, the white boy had a family band,
And I traded an accordian,
For beans and three sardines and vegan stew,
But they left me on the fourteenth flour,
Strangled like an albacore,
Screaming like a eunich Cockatoo.

And now I'm alone and I don't feel right,
I'm hanging on a hallway light,
With an open container and a fever of a-hundred and two,
And tommorrow it is set to rain,
The city is a frying pan,
And I'm a hot dog in a bark canoe.

Drifting through the open crowd,
In Black Peter's cloak and shroud,
Singing loud to the chosen few.


Lowlands

I'm driving through the lowlands,
My baby's got a whole man,
I'm driving through the lowlands,
of Georgia, Georgia.

I'm eating boiled peanuts,
I'll be leaving for three months,
I'm headed for the Keys but,
My home is in the north.

I'm driving through the lowlands,
My baby's got a whole man,
I'm driving through the lowlands,
Of Georgia, Georgia.

Out there in the distance,
A rain cloud grows,
It stays for a minute,
And then it goes,
And the voices of the a.m.,
They're getting bold,
The mayhem is a taking hold.

But those wild ties that I broke,
Are gone behind the live oak,
And I know I've got no mind to go,
Get all tangled up again.

'Cause I'm driving throught the lowlands,
My baby's got a whole new man,
I'm driving through the lowlands,
Of Georgia, Georgia.

I'm driving through the lowlands of Georgia.


Corner of My Room

The finger's on the trigger and the mind is on the plan,
And I've got my prescription and every citizen's got his,
Now join me in the Rubicon and paddle me to France,
The nectarines are sweeter there and we aint got a chance 'round here,
I am counting Lincolns and living in the corner of my room,
I'm looking at the godess of the hunt and staring at the moon.

My friends aint got no loving and the babies aint got teets,
The women are all busy getting smart out on the streets (and there aint none),
And the gentleman from Kansas is fixing to retire,
He's drinking with his right-hand-man and speaking 'bout the fire and the doom,
A car horn sounds blows loud and hits my naked ear like a harpoon,
And I am counting Lincolns and living in the corner of my room.

I got enough to get to Memphis but not enought to get me home,
Where some men see a ladder some men see a throne to repaint,
And I said to senator, is this deed genuine?
He said, I aint seen that kind of thing since 1999, and it aint,
I saw John Brown going down a mighty road to Heaven on mule,
I stood aside and waved goodbye blind, out of sight, and out of fuel.


First Light

Can you hold me though I make you so very blue?
I've been out in the highest tide in the eye of the storm,
Can you tell me why they beguile as they do?
All through the wee hours of the night into the first light of the morn.

I've seen apparitions too, I've heard them weep forlorn,
Their fate is not what waits for you, your rose is not so thorned,
I've been out in the highest tide in the eye of the storm,
All through the wee hours of the night into the first light of the morn.

The winter wind's attacking me my myrtle reed is torn,
The farmer's wife is after me for sleeping in the corn,
I already know just where it will go,
They are over the moat their rope's around the corner stone.

Can you tell me true who will die and be born?
Can you tell me true who will weep forlorn?
I've layed out with all my might a million words to warn,
All through the wee hours of the night into the first light of the morn.


Roll Them Blues

Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall,
Ninety-nine bottles of beer,
Fifty cans in the trunk, in the van,
With the brand new drums and the gear,
Tommorrow's just another dram,
Today is just a tear,
Until I blow this popcorn stand,
I'll spend my days right here.

Roll them blues away boys,
Roll them blues away,
Roll them blues away, boys,
Roll them blues away.

I don't got no telephone,
And I got no words to hear,
But I got Jack for Peter,
And Four Roses for Pierre,
Mischa had a kiss for me,
She made it oh so clear,
But when she saw me turn away,
It vanished in the air.

(Chorus)

Mischa what a geisha,
And me oh what a drunk,
There's just a dozen 1664's,
Left in the trunk,
If I had a shotgun,
I would point it at the moon,
And if I had a dollar,
I would go to the saloon.

(Chorus)



Think About You Anymore

Winter's in the sails again,
I'll take another sip and then,
The bells will ring and I will dream alone,
I am getting all I can of that imported, hoarded dram,
So I do not think about you anymore.

I am getting all I can,
In borrowed eyes and hollowed grin,
So I can see the galleys on the shore,
So that I can sleep and still attend,
The waking dream around me and,
So I do not think about you anymore.

Mona hems and haws,
She has got icing in her claws,
And the paws of some old timer at her door,
She falls asleep on me,
And so I search her shawl to see,
If she conceals the thing that she did do before.

Does her stock and trade,
Recall a mistress or a maid?
Or all above, (for all have layed up on my floor),
But the tried and true conclusion is,
That I will not be moving as,
This swoon is truly soothing to the core,
And I do not think about you anymore.

I do not think about you anymore,
Because you stole,
The very soul of where my love did once endure,
Now gone beyond the wakes,
When gentle winds you did forsake,
And now the iron waves do break up on the oar,
And the end game is a pending silen roar....

But I do not think about you anymore.


Heart to Heal

I have got a heart to heal,
I carried it beyond the hill,
And over every farm and field I strode,
It did know another once,
And flew like birds of outer banks,
When bound unto that sounder heart's abode.

I have got a heart to heal I moan,
I have got a heart to heal I know.

I was in the ever greens,
Beyond the birch and ginsom weed,
When the breeze blew a seedling and a kite,
And now I'm in a strange hotel,
I'm hearing voices through the wall,
Rising from the poisoned well tonight.

I have got a heart to heal I moan,
I have got a heart to hearl I know.

On a west-end crested bute,
Fell a cannary and a boot,
A lute, a fruited prairy and a stone,
You you have and iron will,
Rings of gold and nerves of steel,
What key'll deal the card or crack the code.

To mend my heart to heal,
And send it home?


Sorry that I Missed You Dear

I am sorry that I missed you dear,
I was hung out on pills I swear,
I was humbled by the ill-gotten gains,
That sprang through mirror,
I am sorry that I missed you dear.

Now I know you know the bible blonds,
Those high-fallutin' primadons,
With the bonds of a burial,
In the jaws of a terrible fear,
I am sorry that I missed you dear.

Now Jack has got a ways to go,
He worries 'bout how he pleases you,
He's doing it for Jesus,
But he weezes and you hear him,
'Cause the virum in his serum's not there,
I am sorry that I missed you dear.

I got a broken axle in Mannilla,
I was stranded with a vassle at the villa,
And now I've lasted in a casket,
In a castle in Seville,
'Cause the military million is here,
I am sorry that I missed you dear.

I am sorry that I missed you dear.


See You Slumber

I want to be there in the midnight blue,
I want to be there in the morning too,
I want to be there to see you through,
I want to be there to see you through.

I want to be there in the noon day sun,
I want to be there when the day is done,
I want to be there to see you slumber,
I want to see you slumber.

Lady, lady you delight,
In steeling kisses through the night,
Wish I may wish I might,
To do you right,
To do you right.

I want to be there in the midnight blue,
I want to be there in the morning dew,
I want to be there to see you through,
I want to be there to see you through.

I want to be there in the noon day sun,
I want to be there when the shadow's come,
I want to be there to see you slumber,
I want to see you slumber.


My Baby's Been Away

My baby's been away so long,
Now the shades of evening are gone,
My baby's been away so long.

The abyss lists the letters I sent,
Fortunes gained and portions spent,
I hear an echo in a light blue dawn,
And I go see but I know she is gone.

My baby's been away so long,
You can take whatever food that you want,
I'm not hungry now that my honey is gone.

Some inconcievable, medeival wrong,
Has cast itself upon my home,
I am the hair of an Ishmaelite,
You are the feather of a bird in flight.

My baby's been away so long,
Now the shades of morning have come,
My baby's been away so long.


Coconut Tree

Meet by the sands of the coconut tree,
That is the place where our treasure will be,
With the sun in our eyes and the moon on the sea,
We will meet and dream will we.

Meet by the sands of the coconut tree,
That is the place where our treasure will be,
With the sun in our eyes and the moon on the sea,
We will meet and dream will we.

Meet by the sands of the coconut tree,
I as a king and you as a queen,
We'll kiss and remenisce on the days we have seen,
Then sleep and dream will we.

Then sleep and dream will we.


Going to California

I left my home in Georgia,
I got a million miles to go,
I came upon the water,
On the gulf of Mexico,
And now I'm going to California,
That is what I'm a gonna do.

I love you like a lady,
And I will love you till the end,
I held you like a daisy,
Until you flew like a wren,
When I see you I get crazy,
I won't be seeing you again.

Because I'm going to California,
I have been to New Orleans,
I've been with Apollonia,
And the cortesian queens,
And in case you say I never told ya,
That is what lonileness means.

He came out of Canaan,
With a pocket full of seeds,
And only a million miles to go,
And came into the strange lands,
In the rain and in the breeze,
On the seas in the heat and in the snow.

And it only goes to show ya,
Just what some loving light can do,
it will get into your soul, yeah,
And it will see you through,
And now I'm going to California,
That is what I'm a gonna do.


QUARTER CENTURY

Suzzannah

Listen to me brother and I'll tell you what to do,
I've studied cruel bastards and I know a thing or two,
They'll hook you up with shining stuff and get you things for free,
Then laugh at you and cast you to the sea.

Last night you were knealing in the avocado groves,
The Mayans and the Sirens were singing far below,
Please untie the ribbons that are given for your sight,
Sacrifice your appetite and bring Suzzannah home tonight.

Every sawyer's busy splitting redwoods for the prow,
And lawyer's parlaying in sentences now,
And every fate is tide to hate the one sunspotted cow,
And breed in the seed of the sow.

Let them be believing there are reasons they should die,
What good is it that they should know what fortunes they supply,
"I want the king of England, Charlie, get him on the phone,
Say we've got to foil the plot to bring Suzzannah home."

The throng of calm is falling,
To a cold wet spot on the ground,
And the minor song is calling,
And the awning is coming down.

But Jengo's in the mangroves with a banjo in the breeze,
And the man who knows the canto is recalling it for me,
And I am with Suzzannah and the dam is on my right,
And I'm enjoying that ignoring it is willing us to wither in the light.


My Lady Went Away

My lady went away,
My lady went away,
I do my best to stick out my chest and say "ok."

She's walking on the street,
She's walking to the bay,
She's looking at the other men who say "hey, hey, hey, hey".

My lady went away,
My lade went away,
I do my best to stick out my chest and say "ok."

Good morning Mr. Salt,
You're looking on the ball,
The flaggons on the wagon hold the rations for us all.

My lady went away,
My lady went away,
Ahead of us and edifice of Oedipus is plain, an impediment in sediment and clay.

My lady went away,
My lady went away,
I do my best to stick out my chest and say "ok."


I'll Be Home

I don't know what I knew before the smoke was in my uniform,
The devil's tail, the whale of York, the brown saloons and candy whores,
I'm glad I've got your quills in me, that open road was killing me,
Some master's voice was willing me to roam.

My one, my only,
My one, my only,
My one only love I'll be home.

I don't know what He grew before the giants and the unicorns,
But the trumpets and the gallop horns are blowing in a minor chord,
So let your tear drops fall away, the open road is calling me,
And I am bound for Albany and Rome.

CHORUS

And he'll be in the suden land, the day that great Gibralter falls,
The fusselliers of Arlemagne, the warriors and clones,
But I'll keep that in my memory, and I'll give you the rest of me,
And I will do my best to leave the foreign girls alone.

CHORUS


Quarter Century

Nearly a quarter of a century in,
Clogged by the swaddling model of man,
The vain hierarchy of malarchy and gin.

Oh, Seniorita your love is queen,
The land is grand and the rule is mean,
But the reign is dated on a grave where the robbin will sing.

In her own special way,
And with her old fashined grace,
She's a new batch of lady,
With a doe-bashful face.

In steps the in debt natural boy,
Joined by loins to a Helen of Troy,
She jacks his will and fills the void.

In her own special way,
And with her old fashioned grace,
She's a new batch of lady,
With a doe-bashful face.

I am lashed to the chasm,
Like a goat to a tree,
I'm exposed by the ghosts,
I have seen.

Nearly a quarter of a century past,
Fooling by the dueling, ruling class,
My heart is open to your potion at last.

So let fall the warbling wailings of pain,
On the all night disco bingo game,
A quarter of a century lost or gained.


Final Time for Leaving

I know when the sun light hits the sky we will be leaving here,
I know when the gaslight starts to shine we will be there,
'Cause there's a final time for weeping and a final time for fear,
And a final time for leaving here, my dear.

I've been in the cauldron of sweaty metropolitan,
I'll tell you the city isn't pretty in July,
We should spend 'em while we got 'em and return again in autumn,
When the awful months in Gotham subside.

I know when the sunlight hits the sky we will be gone,
I know when the gaslight starts to shine we will be home,
'Cause there's a final time for weeping and a final time for fear,
And a final time for leaving here, my dear.

'Cause there's a final time for weeping and a final time for fear,
And a final time for leaving here, my dear.

A final time for leaving here, my dear.


Abaraxis Foyer

I have got an abaraxis foyer in my home,
Taxadermist goyam putting salt into my wounds,
I know that nothing's ever just the way that it is told,
And I don't want to sink, but I don't want to row no more.

Don't follow me my enemies are waiting up the road,
With mandala messages and cameras in their clokes,
Seraphim candalabras, heroin and gold,
For sure.

Now step into the day light,
Out of the stage light of your lie,
And salute the bells of longing,
And the chariot that bent when the world didn't end.

I have got two caribou a-crowded on my boat,
One to get me scared of you and one to get me roped,
I know their brand of justice serves the mantra of their souls,
And I don't want to think, 'cause I don't want to know.

I have got an abaraxis foyer in my home.

A morning and a meat hook,
Are swimming on the sea,
They're warning of an evil sun,
That's rising in the east and thats got a hold on me.

I have got an abaraxis foyer in my home,
Battle axes and torries putting sugar in my oil,
I know that nothing's ever just the way that it is told,
And I don't want to sink, But I don't want to row no more.


You're My Lady

You're my lady and I know it's true,
Because when I'm broken down I dream of you,
And it's a long and dusty dawn we wander through,
But you're my lady and I know it's true.

Down by the pilings, down on the dock,
There I did lay back in the day I lost the flock,
But then the sun shone in the heavens up above,
And it was you and it is you I love.

And by and by the arrows fly,
Higher and higher to the horizon,
And I was the one who sent them to the sky,
But you were the one who made me try.

'Cause you're my lady and I know its true,
I am proclaiming in the name of you,
And its a long and dusty dawn we wander through,
But you're my lady and I know it's true.

Yes you're my lady and I know it's true.


Song Of Your Dreams

When once you dreamed, the streets and mountains leaned against your eyes,
And you did see them as yourself turned out from what did team inside you,
The stream that carried you so swiftly through that granite wall of dreams,
You drank from like an infant and it filled you in the instant,
And some kind of law of instinct did propel you, so it seemed,
And in that realm your thoughts and senses you were fixed between,
And you did not believe,
You did not need to be believed,
When once you dreamed.

And it was not for this that it did be before your mettle,
'Cause your elbow was just resting and you wore no kind of armor,
You were thinking of pirates who were docking in the harbor,
You were farming for the elements that were sprouting in the pasture.
When once you dreamed you needed not to leer or faces read,
And concealed no hidden feeling was of you or your esteem,
You did not wheel (you did not dare) you did not deal for the dollar,
Like a sullen passerby without a saddle or a lover,
Or a ladder to the altitudes of prayer,
Where the water is not swimming with the semen,
And the weavils like the river of your squallor.

Here now dropped and the gun's gone off,
And you're hoofing but your lopsided lope is chopped,
And your looks are not of your age,
And your locks are frayed,
And your hopes do stray from your heart,
To dance and to dart by the old grave yard,
On the hill where the swell of the wind is still,
In the air and it hangs like the drape on a frame,
Whose lace is waning and whose crack is strange,
Like a bell whose ball is wasted away,
Whose toll won't tell the remains of the day.

And your face betrays your answer in the motion of your glances,
In the final lonely moments of mercy in the manger,
When the dangerous man is tallying his chances,
And rallying his captains who are carrying his lances,
To take the virgin field and the throng advances,
And it hurts me 'cause I feel that the song he chants,
Is wrong because it cancels the words that I cant,
And I try to sing but I can't and I paw,
And I pant and I rant and I rave and I fall,
To my death in a grave of the camp in the thaw.

What muse could you attempt to use today my lonely one?
Does your chosen motive stray, is your courage overcome?
Are you done in by strange numbers that do redirect your palm?
Do you crumble on the inside when you stumble through the dawn?
Are you stumbling on the ramparts in the umbridge of G-d?
Are you weary in your stomach are you lonely in your heart?
Does the numbing of your tongue leave you mumbling the tone?
Of the hundreds all around you who confound you with their drone,
What muse could you attempt to use today, my lonely one?
What muse could you attempt to use today to make you whole?
What must could you attempt to use today when there are none?
They are fleeing from the bombs and they are flying to the sun,
They are climbing to their homes in the highest mountain haunt,
Like a scattering of fishes and a gathering of fawns,
To the keys and the calls that will be in alms,
And the arms of the song of your dreams.


Ancient Alley

Take me down to the ancient alley,
You know me you showed me before,
I was weighted down and hooked but now I'm running,
To your door.

What became for you to wade in honey?
You're woozy now on that touted shore,
With a frog on your oar, and a crow in tow,
On your Ford.

I'm old enough to notice what's above me,
And I see you dare to wear the robes you hoard,
But I'll leave you there and see you where you stumbling,
On your sword.

Glory be, glory be the heartache,
And glory be, glory be the Word,
In the hue of gray, in the stew and the melee,
And the horror.

Take me down to the anciet alley,
Where the strangers of the world get their applause,
And where odds and earthly charms are not becoming,
Their gods.


Dolly

We're all thinking Dolly is on the mend,
We're all drinking like an Indian,
Someone saide that you came by,
But I know better than to ask him why,
The grad school kids all say that it's the end,
But we're all thinking Dolly is on the mend.

Buster Brown's got mad kids on his lot,
He looks like G-d but someone said he's not,
His black skin shines like a naked spear,
His cracked hands make his face appear,
Like G-d's because he's holding something grand,
And we're all thinking Dolly is on the mend.

Galaxies of crisco dicso fries,
Shut the fat land's whinning grimy eyes,
We'll take our case to the only place,
Where the fruit's still good and the juice is chaste,
A million assholes on two-million seats,
Two for every five-grand place of yeast,
Two for every greased up sneering beast and crazy trend,
Getting sick while Dolly is on the mend.


Sail Away

Don't look me up, my darling,
Don't look me up I say,
It is time I sailed away.

The hurricane warning,
Is blowing through my brain,
And it's time I sailed away.

I know what it's like,
I know what it's like to stray,
And I know what it's like,
I know what it's like to pray,
(And I pray),

But I long to see the morning,
Dawn in another place,
And it's time I sailed away.

The mirror is holding a tear that roles on my face,
And that is a vision I cannot erase,
Or betray.

The mariners and paramours,
Are there upon the bay,
And it's time I sailed away.

I know what it's like,
I know what it's like to stay,
And I know what it's like,
I know what it's like to pray,
(And I pray),

That though I'll be free-wheelin',
I will return someday,
But it's time I sailed away.

It is time I sailed away.



THE GREAT MIGRATION


The Great Migration

I have seen the great migration,
I can feel the pain and hatred,
There's a trough to put your face in,
And a coffin on the pavement,
And a sewer rat is drowning,
In a pool of creation,
There's a sermon on the mountain,
For the children of the basement,
On the street.

And in the morning I'll be waiting,
With a chorus and a cadence,
For the scourge is not abating,
Of the wars that are a-raging,
And dirge that is a-playing,
With the words that are a-saying,
Only murmers and assertions,
Of a curse reverberating off the beat.

And the purple king's a-ruling,
The infertile cow is mooing,
And the lenders are a-luring,
And the genders are a-cooing,
And the hurricanes a-brewing,
And the magma is a-flowing,
And I think I should be going,
On a permanent vacation.

I have seen the great migration,
I can feel the pain and hatred,
There's a comet in the ether,
There is vomit on the blanket,
And a sewer rat is drowning,
In the trough you put your face in,
Through the vermin all around me,
I have seen the great migration.

I have seen the great migration,
I have seen the great migration,
From the halls of Montezuma,
To the cliffs of Apalachia,
I have seen the great migration,
I have seen the great migration,
I have seen the great migration,
I have seen the great migration....


The Steel Drum

Evening gloves and harnessed tunes,
Like beatings of the main,
Reading glasses on to ask her name,
On the run are men in trouble,
Not too old to bow,
Go even on the steel drum now.

Mine is like a wooden wave,
In haydays of the pond,
Furnished by the serpent and the swan,
Mind the air-conditioning,
Keep the generals warm,
Latter days appear before they come.

In the name of warrants,
In the days of kings,
In the rains and torrents,
And in the ignorant dreams.

Lay and wait upon the seat,
Of mortal science brow,
Meanings from the entrails of the cow,
Feeding deliriously, nearly profound,
Go even on the steel drum now.

Go even on the steel drum now.


Ida Blue

My Ida Blue, I love you, hi-dee-ho,
I repeat in the heat and the snow,
When you're away I am gray and alone,
Oh Ida Blue, I love you, Ida Blue.

Oh, Ida say you'll be gay on the morn,
That my boat comes to dock on the shore,
Then Ida stay and be mine evermore,
My Ida Blue, I love you, Ida Blue.

I'm through changing my name,
And running from the nothing in the grain,
The crowd was coming in before,
the doubt was blowing out between the shade.

Oh Ida Blue, hi-dee-ho, Ida Blue,
My heart strings are harking to you,
And as for me, I'd agree, Ida Blue,
For I love you Ida Blue, Ida Blue.

And we'll go straight through the gate on the shore,
We'll take the rope from the post and be gone,
And I will sing to the waves and the dawn,
That I love you Ida Blue, Ida Blue.

My Ida Blue, I love you Ida Blue.


Lift Off

I've been sullen, I've been so low,
In a house of demons and ghosts,
I've been so alone.

When the angel rescues me,
And leads me to the burial tree,
I will be set free.

Be it Mary, be it Joe,
Be it eyes whose light I know,
None leads me home.

You came and led me near,
And then you went and left me here,
Biding time in silent prayer.

You caught me on the rock,
And you saw all the moves I got,
But your place is on the dock.

I've been sullen, I've been so low,
In a house of demons and ghosts,
I've been so alone.

So bring your diamonds, bring your salts,
Bring the fruit of ancient stalks,
I will lift off.

I will lift off.


Capri

The foggy days in King's Cross aren't improving,
The alleyways make mountain lakes of you,
The woven vines you left behind are as soothing,
As the distances that you squint into,
I think you know me better, my brohter, than any other do.

The major motion pictures all have ended,
The king is dead but not the sorcerer,
I owe my minor setback to his credit,
He's good enough in health to go on tour,
I think I know him better, my brother, and any other.

And I'm not on a bus along the ocean,
I'm not on a plane above the sea,
I am in a boat who's bow is broken,
On the open water of Capri.

Now, it is now you must recover,
Now, it is now you must be free,
When every throat is calling out for water,
And every eye is following thee,
Be careful of each other, brother or enemy.

And I'm not on a bus along the ocean,
I'm not on a plane above the sea,
I am in a boat who's bow is broken,
On the open water of Capri.

Looking in wonder, my brother, ahead of me.



Forever, Forever

Cavemen and bears are there in my dreams,
In this calling I am intending for thee,
To know that forever, forever, forever I dream.

Baying in tales and rare in the snow,
Bathed by the river and blessed I know,
On wings to endeavor forever, and ever to hold.

The markings of these,
Insatiable pleas,
Are leaving me needing,
The honey to sweeten my tea.

Drink myself crazy and beat myself sore,
I cannot go out to sea anymore,
With the winds and whales and gulls and gails and stars.

My stories are true,
My worries are few,
My worlds are two,
But my mornings with you.

The love that has milked me has left me serene,
I cannot be guilty of any old thing,
Except that forever, forever, forever I dream.


The Range

I am mired in the fire and horror,
My heart is like a hard earned silver dollar,
But I know if I go, then I'd leave you all alone,
On the range, in the rain and the snow.

The mornings will come to greet us till they don't,
And by then we'll be a-riding on the boat,
And the lots that we cast and the answers that we asked for,
Will bask in the stars where we row.

And I see them sadly staring at the water,
Vainly, mainly strangers to each other,
With seas at their knees and the fingers of disease,
Like seeds in the breezes that blow.

I am mired in the fire and the horror,
My heart is like a hard earned silver dollar,
But I know If I go, then I'd leave you all alone,
On the range, in the rain and the snow.

On the range, in the rain and the snow.



 

60 SEASONS

This Springtime

This Springtime that will smolder into June,
Curled around this downtown afternoon,
And the flowers are bending from over-burdened wombs,
And the girls are caught with the wind in their skirts,
Made moist by the water that turns dust into dirt,
But plucked too soon by the boy on the corner,
And sucked before bloom by the bee or the sparrow,
While fingers were still little and while hips were still narrow,
Too late to know what to do with my whispers,
Fertalized in winter and undone by the thumb,
So they're only drying petals on the lawn,
Left to the mercy of the sun.

This Springtime that will smolder into June,
Curled around this downtown afternoon,
As rations get smaller then bodies get thinner,
And ribcages render the outlines of hunger,
And the radio voices are pregnant together,
The organized noises in the harmonized order,
And the hand-shake agreements are sealing six figures,
Decisions and ties are contrived to be severed,
And the bricks that will be walls wait for mortar unarranged,
And the alliances recalled lift every draw bridge by its chain,
And everything unlevened boils until there's nothing left to gain.

This Springtime that will smolder into June,
Curled around this downtown afternoon,
He screamed until I heard him, he had a mark of heaven,
And both of us were certain of what brought all of us together,
For a week he was my teacher, for a week I filled his bottle,
I carved him a sacred whistle for the fingers of apostles,
And he said there was no choice and he left me his bible,
And he said I was the voice but I shuttered in my title,
But after reading most of Mathew I smiled and then I laughed,
I held my glance a second longer when I held a blade of grass,
And since words were only breaths, all I did was nod,
We were cast onto one corner both looking at and praying to one G-d.

This Springtime that will smolder into June,
Curled around this downtown afernoon,
Through boundaries established through understated movement,
Comes east side development and city-wide improvement,
A self-induced catharsis, a uniform desire,
For the scaffold of an artist on an unsupported pillar,
Suspended above grounds and hovering in phase,
Like when the table-cloth is pulled from the undisturbed vase,
But the sheep's blood on the brownstone is coloring and numbering the days.


Words to the Wise

It was not for his smiling nor for causes unkind,
That he held on to the picture of a girl on the side,
His was always a life in decline,
We stayed up until the dawn all the time,
And he'd ask me to tell him everything that he'd done wrong,
And I knew he'd have a picture of a girl all along,
So I told him there's been nothing which can't be undone,
But my mind was always ahead of my tongue,
And I watched him fold the sheets of a bed that he'd die on,
And I watched as his breath went from little to none,
And I knew he'd be thinking that she was the one,
That she was the one that he thought that he loved.

I was looking around by the end of the week,
I was thinking about drifting away in my sleep,
I'd been sitting for days with my hands underneath,
The weight of my body supported by his seat,
No longer listening to anything that I see,
Like watching a battle from a balcony,
And there was him always shaking over possibility,
Forming and re-forming an advance upon retreat,
And pawing for reflections of a weak identity,
As if there was something that we were supposed to see,
As if there is something that we are supposed to be,
To protect us from all that we surrendered.

So Mr. Modern had a brain freeze in his room,
When what he thought and what he knew for the first time were in tune,
When I showed him that a crescent was just the sun behind the moon,
When I showed him black and white was like behind a bride and groom,
And he asked me to tell him everything that he'd done wrong,
So I showed him a pencil that was worn down to the bone,
He'd been pressing and pressing for what never could be done,
He has pages of equations that all added up to one,
I put zeros on my right and I am growing to the sun,
I put zeros on my left and I am shrinking close to none,
But I like to spread my fingers like there's nothing to be won,
And laugh, let us laugh at what's begun.

But he cried and he cried for all things he'd sent away,
And I knew he only let them go so he could lament their decay,
But I didn't feel like lamenting that day,
Ashes upon ashes were collecting in his tray,
Clashing and clashing as black will do with gray,
And I knew that both of our bodies were made of the same clay,
And I remembered being told about the laws of gravity,
As if masses upon masses were of one consistency,
And I saw that he was talking but I heard him distantly,
I saw feeding heads of deers rise when they heard artillery,
But I didn't want to be a cordinant in that field,
So I left before he finished and said "smile and they will yield".

Next to the sculpture of a young Oedipus,
In all of the exhibit it was only us,
That the critics and the children both couldn't help to touch,
And I thought that it was maybe on account of our looks,
But he said that it was all on account of our guts,
For all four of our eyes would be gone soon enough,
And marble cracks and semen erupts and golden turns into ashen locks,
And though now you are free of pocket watches and clocks,
And though now you are free from remembering your thoughts,
Though now you can be here and know that you're not,
All that you now know you will soon find you forget.


Hey, Jim

Hey, Jim is the G gonna mean something awful?
On the track they are begining to be moving always blindly at me,
But I am swerving, I am choking and am only so green.

And he's in a way that is a serious way,
And no matter what we gather on the green of the grave,
There will be something always that we wanted or we needed to say.

And inside her house of Mercury, she does and rubs, addreses me,
In blessings, second guessing me before I awake,
For holding onto habbits that are difficult and painful to break.

But her plaster mask is flapping in a serious wind,

And she holds on for reasons that are precious within,
And living in the minutes she relinquishes, begets and begins.

And without a propper business suit you're on your own kid,
'Cause no one's gonna bother over things that you did,
No matter how intelligent or ellegant or right you might be.

Do you believe in horror, is your night light still lit?
Have you seen or have you dreamed of how the other ones lived?
Hey, Jim is the G gonna mean something awful to me?

Hey, Jim is the G gonna mean something awful?
On the tracks they are begining to be moving always blindly at me,
But I am swerving, I am choking and am only so green.

Hey, Jim is the G gonna mean something awful?
On the tracks they are begining to be moving always blindly at me,
But I am swerving, I am choking and am only so green.

Now look at the builder and look at the teller,
Cowering in numbers under towering walls,
They're desperate not to breath in but believe in any reason at all.

And she's never been to Brooklyn but she's read about it,
She suffers the delusions of the educated,
There's not a spot of her logic that she doesn't betray.

The women are the clue to what is actually happening,
The wishers of confusion are happily laughing,
In the aftermath the cackling irrational is having its way.

And this will be the year of the challenges met,
If that was the year when the plaster was set,
Denying all excuses and untying all the nooses in me.

It is all a question of the side-glance stare,
Now I am the survivor of the wildest nightmare,
Waiting through the grinding and the grating of the breaks of the G.

Hey, Jim is the G gonna mean something awful?
On the tracks they are beginning to be moving always blindly at me,
But I am swerving, I am choking and am only so green...


Don't Refuse Me, My Darling

She kissed on me a kiss the way a kiss should be,
And she kissed on me the sweetest kiss in history,
I gave her a book and I read aloud from it's pages,
And she whispered me this soliloquy in stages.

Don't refuse me, my darling,

Don't leave me, my love,
Don't refuse me, my darling,
Don't leave me, my love.

We walked on the pavement that the sun lit into crimson,
And she told me she was going to the midwest for a reason,
I said "reasons are for cowards was excuses are for killers,
And this tide that is high is drowning all the sailors."

CHORUS

And so she whispered me a farewell where a kiss should be,
After she kissed on me the saddest kiss in history,
She is going where the snow is on the landscapes of the farms,
And no longer am I stronger, I have but reasons for my arms.

CHORUS


Unconscious Repeat

Think of the man who prays before he eats,
And I'll think of the steps to a dance on the floor at the ball,
Blessed in beauty by unconscious repeat,
Self-ordained in rythm like a cowbell call,
I saw the summer approaching through the holes in the collonaide,
I saw the sun light turn my shaddow into shade.

Think of the grass that predicts the rain as it's combed by the wind,
I don't want to feel a kiss that predicts her departure again,
She falls like rain that traces the tops of your skin,
As she followed her lips from the curve in my wrist to my hand,
And I touched her back where she didn't know she was,
And she arched in the sun for no reason but because.

Think of all that is broken and all that is yet to break,
All of the revolutions it is needed for all of the turns it will take,
every intercourse has stood and so soon will stand at stake,
So I completed her lips with a kiss with my hands to her face,
And the mountain is in the same place as the deer,
And her beauty lies nowhere else but here.

So I found the corner where the dancing was annulled,
Where my steps were determined by nothing but my heart's beat,
Every man-made engine that burns for wheels that roll,
In the thinning of air breaks down from its own heat,
I am unravelled at every fold,
Like the wind that was once a tornado.


Click Click Click Can Can

She came from dafodile land to peek and pretend,
She came to get her fill of kisses, Camels, and Kens,
Like coal in the cold and a cabin in the road,
And a stove on the hand of the black-knuckle brand mermaid weekend,
Swing low your chariot, your rifle is pointed at the sun,
Pick up the lighter and carry it to the open arms of everyone.

Mine is the less divine sign of the time it seems,
He's on the cusp of on the line of on the mean,
Now peek and pretend at the mermaid fiend,
The slow descent of the molotov cocktail queen,
Money every lying to buy, lying in the brine denying,
Decidedly wired tonight in the stymied mind frame.

But there aint no sense in washing thee,
There aint no sense is watching thee,
There aint no time spend not trapped inside this mode,
And there aint no master key or lock to crack this code.

Send your face's twisted grimace blemish to the devils in the sky,
Sell your body's wilting crystal palace to the gear or to the guy,
Your ugly junk love is shooting the sun,
And is burning the bun of the tune that the song bird sung,
And the over-cooked lamb, the super-charged man,
The drained butane and the click click click can can.

And when your mothers call,
The sky becomes coal,
Then the earth will open up,
And will swallow you whole.


Lying On The Floor

I am lying on the floor,
I'm a lion or a lizard of the Lord,
But I am smiling all the way,
I only came to say goodbye, to say goodbye.

Raise your head up my dear,
It's only bitter in the winter of the year,
And I am leaving all the way,
I did not come to watch you cry, to watch you cry.

The bed is better than the floor,
The pen is mightier and lighter than the sword,
And though the light in here is gray,
And I'm smiling all the way, all the way.

Before the bugle sounds,
You will shine like a flower in the ground,
Before the bugles ring,
Before the crying of the raindrops of the spring.

The sentimental gentemen,
They play marraccas and the tablas in the band,
There's talk of movies and the east,
And something whispers that the future is deceased.

I'm a lymie hon,
I'm a proselytizing, righteous kind of son-of-a-gun,
Place your loins before your grail,
And take vacations from the feelings that you fail.

I am lying on the floor,
I am trying not to be here anymore,
But I am smiling all the way,
I only came to say goodbye, to say goodbye.


When These Sands Are Beds Again

When again these sands are beds,
When these sands are beds again,
Once then found by hands and legs,
Once then formed by heads and limbs,
By then will things condemned begin,
To find revenge in flames and wind,
To make amends by violence,
The judgements of defenseless men.

She has said that she believes,
In kinds of modern prophecy,
But all she wants is to fall asleep,
On a bed of sand on a distant beach,
She has said that she has seen,
A vision in a restless dream,
She has said (and I agree),
That this is not the place to be.

Say goodbye to me my friend,
I leave you as the evening ends,
Say goodbye to me my love,
I leave you as the morning comes,
If this is not a plague my dear,
I will return within a year,
And if in time I don't appear,
I'll be the wind inside your hair.

When again these sands are beds,
When these sands are beds again,
Once then found by hands and legs,
Once then formed by heads and and limbs,
The sea will sooth the wounds of them,
Who's salt will be their medecine,
And fruit will drop from trees that bend,
When these sands are beds again.



MISC. 2000-2004


Hell's Angels

The Hell's Angels passed out on a corner by 3,
It was good, it was good, it was good to finally hear them sing,
And it's good, and it's good, and it's good the way she comforts me.

When a time will come for us to put forward a foot,
Does it mean, does it mean, does it mean we must forget what is good?
If it does then it seems that it means we must forget that we should.

I feed my friends in surplus on the company bill,
They're convinced of a reason to steal if I'm conviced of a will
And I'm convinced of the instinct to pillage so I do what I feel.

When we dared to believe that the answers to these questions of ours,
Could be found in the dirt as soon as could be found in the stars,
It was then we would measure in moments what they measure in yards.

And a chair is pleeted with star charts and mappings of man,
Let the wizard decipher precisely what the fools understand,
And in the chair of their earth and their sky they will recline where they stand.

And the Hell's Angels passed out while singing with me,
It is good that we live, and I leave them in a comforting sleep,
And if it is then it was and I laugh beacause it always will be.


This City

This city was won from the arrows,
Who's heads are now buried in the sand,
Like a field that was won from the scarecrows,
That hold no weapons without hands,
That hold no defenses or commands.

I drink in the morning when I need to,
Which is always when I'm drunk the night before,
I say at times that I never really mean to,
But in secret I think it a sweet and a just reward,
For humoring a static docile world.

And there are petals in the gutters of the roses,
That were lifted from the ground before they dried,
My eye will shed a tear before it closes,
And I'll wake up and I'll feel so sick inside,
And in the gutter like a petal will I lie.

I feel like I'm alone in Eden,
With nothing but a premonition and a flask,
And everyone is juggling and repeating,
Holding apples in a serpant suit and mask,
For they would rather be evil than be bad.

And so this city will be lost to the apples,
Who's seeds are now buried in its core,
But I will have long since drowned my troubles,
In the ciders of Sodom and Gemmorrah,
And I'll pass out as I've passed out before.


I Had A Child

I had a child that was a dying child and it begged me to let it go,
I saw a lake that was a silver lake but a frozen embryo,
Flushed from a mouth by a tide, touched but in an ugly way,
Left gray in the final evening of the final day.

I sent a boat down a dirty stream that corroded the gleam of its hull,
I knew the remains by touch and by name and by the size of the skull,
A pink division ensues, I'm blinded by and early dawn,
That highlights the widow's walk I'm walking on.

Take me away from this swollen place that poisons and cripples the young,
I want to be where I can see the moon and the stars and the sun,
There are no horizons here, and every end is in sight,
The sky is a dull reflection of electric lights.

But maybe I'm fated to always remain in an autumn of permanent red,
That conveys though in glorious ways what is living but what will soon be dead,
In an ampuputated land, anesthetized from above,
Fleeting as a perfect stranger to a perfect love.


Running Around Again On Me

I was urging to see you when I heard you were returning on Saturday,
I just got paid and could affort to take you out to eat,
Every once in a while I'll get done up in the classy way,
That you don't deny you prefer I try always to be,
But I think you're running around again on me.

There's some forboding in the tone of the telephone that is ringing for you,
And I know that you're home but you've decided that you're not answering,
And there is something about how you say you're going out but don't mention with who,
And how you just got a few new big words in you vocabulary,
And I think you're running around again on me.

And you're not subtle babe, and being a cuckhold babe's embarrassing,
It's like being a bull in a strap with a tack in your ass,
And all I can do is to try to think who is this man you're seeing,
And why oh why this sort of thing comes to pass.

And sooner or later I'll be no stranger to Jack and Jim,
And asking the Good Lord what I did to deserve this deceit,
And in sorrow regretting the image I am getting of you shagging him,
And driving around town in his new red Ferrari,
'Cause I think you're running around again on me.

Yes, I think you're running around again on me.


Grover Cleveland Alexander

Grover Cleveland Alexander,
Was a hard drinking right hander,
And a company commander too.

In the place dark souls are hid,
He was with the Frisco kid,
Doing things that Frisco didn't do.

And though these days are rotten,
And all my life's a coffin,
I made it home so often to you.

Everything is out of reach,
I myself have gone to sleep,
Ssving up to pay the Reaper's due.

And shoeless Joseph Cotton,
Is gone and long forgotten,
But you can spot him on the avenue.

Nobody here knows my name,
I'm not in the Hall of Fame,
I can't say how all this came to be.

But ever I am heaven bound,
And Grover Cleveland's on the mound,
And all the world makes not a sound to me.




SELECTED POEMS


Yorbeleen

The sky was ashen gray on the day I set out for Yorbeleen
With laden mule and supplies for forties nights.
The way was narrow and dark on the wooded path to Yorbeleen,
And the canopies of branches carried no leaves.

Above towns spread out in the valleys below did I stop to gaze
On rivers winding off into hills,
Into the impenentrable maze,
Of the way to Yorbeleen.

Men long dead made their cries,
Sad stories with no one to hear,
Castles envelopes now with vine and briar,
Faded pages once so dear.

Upon the way to Yorbeleen stood canteen or roadside inn,
Brown bread and beer for the lone traveler stopping there,
And the momentary sympathy of matron
Or the lended ear of fellow patron.

And yet sky turned dark above darker cliff,
And road stretched yet on into field and again upon cliff,
And face turned into face
On that lonely way to Yoreleen.


Once in sun bleached and dry desert did malicious kings make war,
I see them now in stones on the forest floor,
And I hear the spells and sentences of courtesans,
In the voicless suffering of the poor.

Many damp nights gave way to days,
Many burned out lamp shed last flickers on graves
In the thistles and ferns,
On the path to Yorbeleen.

And I, a man fallen here beyond the scopes of angels,
With chilling memories and layers of unrepentable regrets,
Make step upon step in vain effort to see the last sunset,
Along the road to Yorbeleen.

2013

New York Of My Heart

I love the shadowy corridor under the elevated train that feels both outdoors and indoors.
I love the fashionable teenagers in florescent sneakers shrieking on the subway home.
I love that it is nearly impossible to fail in the pizza business.
I love that it feels like the mayor is the principal of New York City High.
I love that you can tell who is a tourist because they're trying to hail off-duty cabs.
I love that the winners can still be the losers.
I love that it was always better before.
I love that if someone told you this was the entire universe, it would kind of make sense.
I love that parking rules are suspended on the High Holy Days.

2012

The 21st Century

He made homes on the grassy dividers of highways
in lean-to's and in high shrubs,
and in dense thickets of wilderness off shoulders.
He hallucinated Mohican smoke signals in vistas of the Hudson,
and gazed as the low fog rolled in after the rain.
He imagined Mohican ruins on rocky bluffs overlooking small industrial river cities,
and looked with illegal eyes on weeds that broke through seems in the pavement
of decaying parking lots of long abandoned shopping centers.
He made homes for weeks in the woods just beyond those improbable communities of
rest stop - fast food - hotel networks off the interstate,
and knew their gas station food mart cashiers and chubby drive-through girls,
Ecuardorian mop pushers and aging minders of sunglasses kiosks.
He learned who was sleeping with who among the Holiday Inn desk and Chili's staff.
He saw resident meth addicts push bulging shopping carts up worn paths behind the
Arbey's and disappear into the hills,
teenage girls in windbreakers with blue slurpy mouths and creepy uncles,
and he urned their trust.
In the cultivated slopes of office parks he slept beneath the stars,
and in the morning fled as the early birds found the best parking before coffee.
Among the disaffected Amish he shared cigarrettes with sallow bony girls in long
ill-fitting pink and blues skirts,
with young men in sad beards and mullets,
discussed Jesus and tractors,
and listened to the amateur gossip of rumspringa.
In the long shadows of Ohio porn superstores and Cracker Barrels he cleaned the
contents of his pack with a gallon of Poland Springs and dish soap.
He perceived this exotic wilderness as cinder block meeting mossy undergrowth -
as rusty barbed wire fence beyond windy path near lilly pad pond -
as vaulting oak above lonely grocery.
He imagined this impossible landscape as a yet-unamed nation of the Bible,
home to roving mongrels, harlots, exuberant devils and hidden prophets.
A paradox of rocky cliffs above outlets,
of Civil War bones beneath plastic bottles,
of elegiac past abutting terrible future.

2012

Lance Lucky

I think I think that good is bad and bad is good.
With props does a foolish clown lie,
and in wardrobes does a jester rant.
Down the pathways of earnest resolve does the vain hunter walk to meet vain end
beneath the steel gray sky,
where the wise man is a two tongued serpant,
and his chief a pensive child.
The Almighty weeps in shrubberies and waves,
and the ugly dog and whore are left penniless without apostles.

In the dust are the sacred yearnings of the weather beaten,
frozen in Arkansas snow.
Dirty plates in piles in the sad kitchens of broken wives.
Cracked nostalgias and perverted wisdoms are all that adorn the studies of polluted men,
as some canny maven or imp lurks this way and that in the shadow of the door,
inventing muses or rants as invitations to Paradise.
Some keen brother, his face all aglow, masters the art of Love and Truth and compels
you to do the same,
his hair is regal and his mind is a fire of genius.
Your boss speaks highly of certain types purported to dispel wisdom.
Many, many women are suddenly vulgar and candid in public places.
They are awaiting that grand, grand Malefactor - or maybe a righteous saint?

The glory of exhaltation - oh how stupendously they wave the dubious flag.
Amid frenzies do I fear that good is bad and bad is good.
Behind screens of gore do I think it.
In earshot of daggers and vipers and the flames of woe do I fear that good is bad
and bad is good.
And from every poison well do I drink it.

2012


Dusk in Union Square
Everyone gathers like goslings after shopping afternoons,
And after early dinners   to shopping hours    or baby sitters    then after hours.
The fountain rains braille entablature   I see everywhere.
A recent summer sulstice in another sultry month.
The sun   another flame,
I    another moth,
Frail and flailing,
Flying aloft.


2002


Poppies and the Virgin Foodcourt

Shake yourself from fitful sleep,
Pitiful, beautifully bleak,
The cold night,
The winter street,
The timeless vampire bride.

Go to the homes of the spineless,
Sink into claws, your highness,
Brave the gray climate,
Ammonia,
Strychnine.

I doubt your "thank you mommy"'s,
Your constant apologies,
I don't believe you're sorry,
You're crying because you were caught.

Keep your unreachable place,
Scabbed, your nose and face,
Drained, you will fade,
Your life will be for naught.

2002


Just this Side

The widened ties of meterless space I am allowed now.
The confines of prescience,
Of backtracking and believing.

This woman is my demon,
My weighted freedom,
My wasted time.

To many wounds this fire eating leaves.
And these ideas   akin to paranoia's tinge,
With the ever half-chance of being realized,
Leaving just as they came,
                           a whisper in a day distracted.

These ideas   the scavengers of a stable mind,

The ghosts of wisdom.

2002


Always, Too

Life is itself   radiated out,
Never ceasing,
No doubt.

Doubt is ego's blanket,
And proves what it wants,
But sooths not,
And itches like wool,
Making to hot the body of it's form,
The fabric of it's spool.

Spin yards like onions,
And cry for your Somethings,
Wives and husbands.

But being forever in your believing state,
And in your dreaming state always too.

2003


The Return of the Hight Priestess

What secrets does the highest mountain hold?
Into what bear wilderness would you go?
To the tectonic ocean's foam?
To the Hollywood hills earthquake home?
The beach sun burns the shoulders off the light glimmers of stones,
(We, these nomadic, atomic, light glimmers of stones),
Tiny molecules of galaxy in the post-timetable calendar graphic.

The Old World speaks to me through visions.

Skin cell in the eye line visions,
Like Aurora Borealis distances,
Displaced and escaping when I stare directly in their direction.
Visions of vines on steel beams,
A Gothic church jungle of overgrown weeds,
Papist decayed runed stone streets,
Cliff dwellings on the Avenue of the Americas,
And football stadium cavities.

Revisionist river pissers and crab catchers.

Follow the running river and crawl your way back to the mountain,
Confusing Vision and Sight,
Seeing Illusion's light through the hi-fi cerebrum.
Micro diets and muscle deprivers.
Exhaust pipe tar pit fires.
Sarcophagus convenience stores.
Pyramids and glatiator trials,
Through the Colloseum oculus of the television,
Where different lions eat different Christians.
Race car drivers flood Parisian wine suppliers,
And bootleg their contraband to Amsterdam to drink in the streets,
(Forbidden in Indiana),
Leaving their leather eight ball jackets at half mast,
Mourning the anniversary of the death of Santa.
They correlate the stray data in the crime lab bunker station base of the Central Agency's digital face scan crime prevention tank.
Connecting the fuse to the fuel nozzle on the hydraulics of the nitrogen bomb capsule.
Clicking the switch at the end of the wires,
One bullet is not in one gun that fires.

All innocent helping hand lending specialists.

Child-like mountain bike riders on the golden road higher.
The athletic aristocracy of political movie stars and linebackers.
Litmus test selected styles,
And by the minute poll trackers.
Lost in the explainless language of the new order,
Abstractions and catchy adjectives.
In tongues we speak.
In grammatical mind advertisements.
With the past always revised.

Follow the dear past the river and the bear,
We have real monsters here.

Hidden behind the tarpaulin lean-to,
By the side of the Hydrogen creek.
A few miles from Main St.
Back behind the dry pool.
Just south of the Junior High School.
The frontier of the wonder land gone forever in the corrosion of lawn chemicals.
Propane baked ephedra.
We have real monsters here.
Roaming the non-voting, crop growing gravel,
And the deserts of neglected and decaying cattle.
Debilitated maniacs of the sensory neuron brain jack,
Prepare for the first real drug battle.

I invoke the gods that live in the essence of human movements and caresses.
The mischievous, righteous, and innocent children of the One spirit.
Where in love lies hate.
Where in fire breathes sky.
And thereby meridians find.
Peace meaning balance.

And I cry bone-wrenching fear for the materializations of the sinister.
The demon gods of the future.
The light bringers and bowel twisters of the crucifix altar.
The late comers,
The numerous jealous sons of the wicked father.
And the earth swallowed up by then,
With men having forgot her.
The green knowledge bearer who forget even herself,
Bending under a millenia of civilizations' wealth,
Becoming the waves on the placental oceans of polluted factory emulsions.

The archer's bow is silent under the moon.
The enchantments are locked away in the tower room.
Let Venus spread sweet nectar,
Let the locked be unlet and their soft heads protect her,
As she commands a tune.
The utterance of the speechless,
The return of the High Priestess.

2003


High Humdrudgery

Galloping hooves of keyboards through the quiet office room.
The sun is a softly broadcasted sports event,
Playing under the radar to the ears of our eyes.
Though not outside  -  where passers-by take in construction sites and don't walk signs.
Where the day goes is in my lap with a pencil,
Tapping like the clock ticks and the machines bleep.
The mortars of fatigue from last night's late hour make waves in the abdomens of the secretary and garbage men,
Pulling the silver link over the avenue,
Over the nail bed to the baptism of the river at lunch hour,
The jism of a hotel lover,
Or to the gym with tread mill television coverage.

The park is lettuce and broccoli in the decco teeth of the metro.
Vaulting spines like giant remolded classic autos without tires,
High into the domed sky like organ pipes,
Bouncing the notes of car horns up to the gargoyles near the hiding moon.
The hour will be over soon,
The work day drone is a paying excuse for some great invisible machine to make food.

Yet somehow the flowers of love make beds from our labor,
And the green moves leaves and grass from the table,
Where the young may gather and grow strong together,
And the wives may wander and sow by the river,
And thre hum tunes we all sing in the pasture.

The blisters of the will may itch the soul's pink skin,
But let the fellow be patient and slumber within.
He abides the grind and the mundane day,
He loves the bent back and the hand in the clay.
The blessed neutrality.
The balance beam between the pit and the stream,
Where the stones break the windows of the king,
Who burns the town all over again.

August, 2004


Out on the Weekend

Each day's another serpent's tail,
I crawl out from the mouth of Hell,
I'm swallowed by a giant whale,
I ring the bell of loneliness.

Across an empty wilderness,
Like a maiden in distress,
With only weakness to impress,
Upon a passing stranger, samaritan or savior.

March, 2005


Ire and Gemstone

Soon the wanderers on the cliffs will be collected,
And nets will lift them to some sentence.
Rivers of blood will bath our faces,
And all men will beg repentance.

This is not without consequence,
Or to be settled at some later date with quick forgiveness.
No waves of bounty will anoint your head,
And the flowers of youth will one day be dead.

Just as all that is spoken is actaully said,
Every road chosen is actually tread,
And no man be more righteously lead,
Than he on the side in the shoulder of mud.

No quick wisdom will blanket your fear,
But just like a sheet flung over a spear,
Would drape and there holes would slowly appear,
Through those will rage the dragons of fire.

2004


House of Azure

Down through the hallway of the house,
Past the dusty portraits and the stairs,
The open doors,
The coat of arms,
The trophies from the fox hunt days.

The kitchen where the hogs were dressed,
The cellar where the wine was kept,
The parlor room,
Cigars and rum,
The books that we have never read.

The hooks where you hung your coat,
The socket of the telephone,
The needful arms of lonely chairs,
The broken wings of yesteryear.

The stocks are sunk today.
The army's out to sea.
I warned you not to stay,
When you told me not to flee.

The guilded window drapes,
The clinging fire escapes,
Out the ante room,
Beneath the velvet moon.

We seek the velvet moon.

September, 2004


I Saw Three Doors Left Open

I saw three doors left open and the fourth one was my death,
I turned my shoulder on ten thousand mornings when I left,
I saw the light grow bright and blinding right before I slept,
I saw my path of flight before I leapt.

Are there signs of death to see oh blessed Miss Lonely bird?
Some flash of red to tell me when the train car will explode?
A deaf-mute on the curb whose tongue calls out to me in code?
A horn blow in the storm that I have heard?

How can such misery be seeded by the hands of men?
To whom nothing but the earth and stars are given when they're born,
When do dreams become the seams of flesh that's being torn?
It happens   then it happens all again.

It happened on the subway that you noticed no replies,
Only midnight overflowing into Humptydumpty's eyes,
And Nothing called from far away and echoed deep inside,
I saw three doors left open when I died.

I saw three doors left open and the fourth one was my death,
In earth debowled in roots whose soil is furtive existence,
Where Messianic tubers grow I took the final step,
Then   crackin   seeping    going     out of breath.

2005


Meek Tragedy

Should we go down along the coast where the road bends into the forest?
And lie under the brush with bugs and mosquittos for a day or so?
Would they clean our blood of the bile that builds in it when we sour ourselves in the city?
To let ourselves out upon the forest floor and arise, lighter to the air.
Would the regeneration in our veins make us newer?
Would the fewer cells work harder?
Would we be babies again in the dew?

And on what red rock would our sky open up in a revelation of rains to rinse our backs of the past lest we regain our place in the grass?
To take the propper sun and seed the autumn soil again with new leaves for the air and brighter eyes for the night.
Gray is the color of your true love's hair,
Truly it was fair when in the summer the carnival song blew soft in your ear,
And your hand with all its lines and your eye will all its fire,
Neither can guide me nor ignite my own pair.

We are cripples there,
Volunteers help us bear our tired spines,
Wires protrude from our veins,
Tubes into our nostrils and our brains.
We fell off each other's cliff where we slipped in the rain,
And the floor we hit was Nowhere.
Simply the vacant waiting room of maturation,
The empty dock house whose goods may have been the memory of our future lives,
But whose floor and walls vibrate with the hollowness of our present grief.

He digs for crustaceans on the craggy coast and washes his hair in the rain.
She smokes in the coffee houses of the Northwest,
Waiting to make brown rice and lentils to warm us from the drizzle.
Maybe there the totem poles would scare us appropriately?
Their widdled countenances warning us not to dawdle or fiddle and so squander all that we might someday honor.

Could we ever get there?
Or would these sweat-laden days follow us forever?
Would Macy's air-conditioning raise our hairs in even the balmiest of weather?
Would anger permeate our sanity until it insists we kill each other,
And so remain strangers to the fair and distant place you dream we might see together.

March, 2005


You are not a Maiden in Distress

You are not a maiden in distress.
There have been many more who've come before you on the roadside by the shed.
Their only horse is dead,
Their love aint coming back.
You've got shoes for all their feet,
And rougue for all their cheeks,
You've got all of it together,
With a hat.

You say jewels do not make you want to go out on the street,
But its not that.
The ribbons of your shoulders keep you falling.
How can I both take you out and hold you up?
Its impossible to do all that for you, darling.

I was just off the train,
I hadn't had a drink yet and you caught my hand,
You stopped me from going 'cross the river,
Washed my hair,
Made my bed,
We suckled all we could before the winter but the winter won the bet.
We were like the Donners in the dreams of the mothers or of our debt.

2005


New Moon Prayer

And now the running chariot makes another turn around the hedge,
And now the most cherished object moves closer to the ledge,
And I've got a spotted face, blotted eyes and aching legs,
And the grapplers feast their way to the spire at the top of the bridge,
Hand over hand and upon the backs of the wounded the sick, the dying and the dead,
As plumes of smoke rise above their heads,
From muted canyons of wearhouses along the riverbed.

And now the bench-warmed kid stands where the has-been did,
And the hair and the hands of an old man stare through the mirror instead.
The seconds in the minutes he spent dreaming of home runs and penants collide in the exploding avalanche of fire,
And he looks around him and sees only glasses of rocks at the bar,
And the late night shift maitre-de with his hand in his hair and his hat on a hook by the door.
So he mumbles a joke in the ear of a guy he's known for a year,
But only from here.

And these times grow together as vines and briars over the eyes,
And his touch pricks as he kisses the lips of someone.
They met and did talk of television.
They ate each one's nakedness like starved snakes writhing in the last meal provided in the days of the blinding sun.
And after a week or so were each other's conversation.

Ah, but now the dust blue horizon cries the same serranade that the wind has played,
Picked up from the boulevards of coastal Pacific vista collonades.
But holidays come again with new tinsel to lure the children in,
Sweet things piled high upon each other so that a crane must lift them into the open arms of every little sister and brother.
Cakes of various assortments adorn the cases where into stare longing faces constrained by the selection of pastries and their placement into boxes with laces.
And now new reasons to avoid the draft,
New editions of credit cards and Italian leather hand bags,
New popular punchlines and gags,
New orgasm inducing devices at bargain basement prices in all shapes and sizes.
New looks, leers, cackles and laughs.

Love - what a sultry song you croon,
What a blue and moving shadow are you,
What a giant lake where I am thrown but treading for loving's sake.

In the bronzed face of day - a shadow upon the floor do you play.
In the pool of night - a stranger's eye,
A hand to the pavement lent,
A cricket cry,
A street light's canopy bent.

Move me to tears,
Blanket these limbs in the wombs of peace.
Tonight we will read of the Patriarchs,
Tomorrow we will spring from our bed,
As to the anointing stream we are lead.
Next year the Holy dome will stretch above our head,
For all a home to whom the calls of love's yearning descend.

The bells of despair are the bells of rejoicing,
The drums of thunder are the claps of belleugered giants,
The winds sing Spanish love songs,
The rains of spring yield pungeant glory,
The wheel turns and the sentence writes the new line in this the perfect and beautiful story.


March 13, 2006