When ancient scrolls pass me down
Carry me away again
Lift me to banana leaf
Embrace I hadn’t known
Until the page’s lustre shines
Reminding me to be
A little more an empty seed
That holds no more this dust
Tag: dust
Just a Better Man (day 2426)
If I was just a better man
I’d have made a little change;
Words still spoke echo loud
Instead it’s drugs that choke.
I have a mind filled of veins
Tracks leading Hollywood
Straight to Reno, desert rose –
And it’s a clear night tonight.
Blackness of a heart murmur
Every shadow induces blur
That silhouette each mystery
Like whispering dust amidst a dream.
“Goodnight my well worn boots,
I’ll be sleeping in tonight.”
Matter Floats (day 2409)
Matter floats
Into ether
Compression expansion
Cosmic dust
What It Takes (day 2388)
We fooled around
Like sweet angel dust
Rusty six strings
Strung upside down
And I began to love you
Anyhow
Just out late
Past city lights
Market nights
On and on
We fooled around
Forgiven moonlight
And I have what it takes.
Camouflage (day 2369)
Saved again
I ran away
Took my heart
With me to stay
Flogged by dust
Run by dogs
Hit a wall
Camouflage
Laborous Love (day 2220)
I want to love you so laboriously
A weight ten thousand Sherpas
Could hardly carry.
Each step would be unforgiving
My knees would creak with each movement
My face constantly a sweat
Dust from my hard road clinging to my smile.
Your words to me
Would surely move mountains
And I, faithful laborer
Headband keeping my forehead dry
Would cease not for a moments rest.
With your company I would be speechless
Your presence would cause my stutter to grow
Delicately I would choose each word
Slowly spelled out in love.
Inside my stomach would be a maze of butterflies
Every time I would see your eyes,
My heart clocking in overtime
At a full time love affair.
I want to love you so laboriously
Your day would be like sunshine
Slowly rocking in a cool breeze
Of our garden orchard I would always tend.
Reminded (day 2210)
You were not broken as I was;
Your only guiding star
Screamed out to remind me
Fresh as I may have been
It was never free to me.
Dark jackets cloaking sadness,
Salty waves lapping
At what you reminded me
And my opening held on to
Hands tattooed in braille.
Then your smile came,
Clouds parted,
And all that you had reminded me
Transformed as you had
‘For my eyes
Leaving dusty bits
Growing at the sides
Until you reminded me.
Canyon, Pilgrim (day 2190)
Take me to the canyon, Pilgrim
Along a dusty trail
My pack mule’s been dying, Sir
For a thirst that’s never quenched.
Mine me all your gold now
Deep below the belt
Mind me as your prospector
I’ll be clearing all your debts.
I’ve been buildin’ ladders to
Mexico in a bottle
I’ve been runnin’ through my picaxe
And my hands sing rawhide.
One more round ‘for I go down
One to kill the dust
Maybe my day’ll come soon
I’ll fill my final thirst.
Not Tomorrow (day 2128)
You had a golden hour approaching
I wrote it down into my never ending
Then I sang a song that held each note too long
And dusted off each missing string.
Well and gone was each memory
Tucked into a case, sent off to sea
So my carved music making machine
Led me down the worst wrong street.
Oh you, you, you dug more sand to cover my toes
Coldness that I couldn’t attribute
Soaking bone my today castle
Over sunsets of towards a never end.
Twisting Trail (day 2127)
Papa could’ve been another type of man
Like a raindrop could be caught in a hand
Let another letter slip through the mail
Gone again gone again as heat prevails.
“A little gone,” says the better man
Couldn’t you have just set it right: a plan
I said goodbye into a dusty pan
Held it close as I looked inside.
When the needles dropped upon the forest floor
Little birds gathered all around
Snowdrops sprouted into the sky
And the trail twisted on.