Inner Heart

Cold pangs of my inner heart
Have wildly swung amidst this wind
Clanging loudly against
Metallic edges of home
Where doors have been hung.

To aid my truth voice
In a song of no-mans-land,
I’ve wrapped my steel blades
In a leather sheath
To keep my quivering hand
From starting in a blur.

But pangs in message
– A lonesome call beyond forest’s wild –
Share what can never be drafted,
For a dove doth always take flight
Though eye’s embrace
Captures feverishly each beating wing
Against late mornings glow.

There doth echo
Memory once laid
And dreams yet played
For in a forgotten breath
A clang, a pang,
A caress of death
Deeply embraced
Amidst this inner heart.

Grace (day 3037)

Cash was at the bottom of the barrel
Wading through a misty mess
Growling at the moon.
Sunk my teeth into what became
Two giant hands, leathery skin,
Forcing me to hold onto
A metal bar that froze my grip
That I had only just begun
To listen to, inside voice
As bubbles floated
In infinite grace.

Little Letter (day 2955)

She awoke and set her limits
No longer wishing, praying
Betting on lust over magic
For her pressure was magic
And lust was present
Betwixt forefinger and thumb
Madness and numb
Flutter and bang
Hollywood and Georgia
And with one long step
Knee high and leather
Lust’s little letter
Dropped in to visit.

To William Lee (day 2719)

I know why you ran so far away
Not a scene could do for you
The world rambled some unfathomable blithe
And your vision clouded from contempt
Ever growing greed – lost seed
Lemonade stinking in the shade
Yellow circle glasses and a leftover jacket
Naked in soggy rows of an everglade.

I would also run away to the other side
Liberties are assumed and everybody’s ruined
And each land war is solved with a knife.
I would carry on in my inevitable way
No job calling me to pay taxes aside
Just like a hooker in the park and dark lines on her eyes
With a leather jacket man stopping by again
A bag in his hand and a promising grin;
Feeling empty again, night’s unwavering sin.

Though I tell ya William, I wouldn’t have shot the gun
I wouldn’t have taken aim again,
Party tricks and everyone’s looks
Southern games that nobody wins
Makes a man lost into the void.
But if you’d ask me to sing you a son.
Don’t expect it to sound like something you’d want to hear,
I’ll build and collapse and spit at it too
But that’s the price we pay, damn it every day.

The Old School House (day 2565)

I dream often of the love we once shared
Often we’re walking down the steps
To the Sea, to the sand and wind
Where we shared lunch so fondly together.
I dream of silly conversation in a rented car
Where you showed me the house
You were raised in
Next to the old school house you played in.
I think of the way your hair came down,
The blues of your eyes as they stared into mine
Sitting in your old but geand chair,
I can only imagine you were wondering what I had planned.
We’d walk through the graveyard with your dog
That quickly adopted me
A walk I enjoyed finding names I had never known of.
It was here that the ghosts came to me,
Black top hats and leather soled shoes
That met us, dignified with a long fur coat
Set to ward off the coming fall colours.
I dreamed here, even then,
Moreso than I do now.
I hurt then moreso than I do now,
But the sorrow is still inside
When I remember what had been
And what, in my foolishness,
Let fall softly away like the shirt I never saw you wear.

Good Nights (day 2420)

I watch a boy my size who is
Coming through the door.
He’s got himself a bundle of
Leather bound books in hand.
I asked him if he read much Cohen
He said it was a bore.
Just like that, my first impression
Was shot out to the moon,
For how could anybody say
Cohen wasn’t much to implore.
I returned to my conversation
With a brown eyed Lady-more.
She had told me about a tale
Where two men sang folk lore,
Now this was it, this was my style
We were on to so much more.
Then I sank into much ease
As she walked me to the store.
Pack of gum, two candy sticks
And a bottle of sweet ale.
Thus my night was set into
A tale of leather soles
Lighting up the cobblestones
Walking the road hand in hand.

Stay Here (day 2306)

I’m looking for an excuse to stay here
Left over piano tunes
Strolling the evening away
With leather soles and a warm glass of wine
Taking my time
Down the street of no convenience
Well past midnight
And the weather’s been fine
So I’ll stay out here
Walking this walk
And looking for deals in a dusty window
So I don’t have to stay here anymore.

Midnight (day 2271)

You are a midnight that I watch
A tall letter written with love
Emotion twirling around the dance floor
In silk and leather attire
Sipping scotch in a dark corner
Watching every single eye contact
As patrons of the night
Denizens in full regalia
Touch shoulders and recognize
Hold each other in sweet embraces.
And your visage recollects
Games we’ve touched on,
Half unsuspecting
In a gypsy sort of way
Where decadence cannot ever decay
Because it rides tonight,
Midnight in your purse
Towards jewels hidden deep inside
The glimmer in your eye.

Wrinkles (day 2243)

I patch your memories
With worn hands of leather;
Ancient wrinkles as a wind,
Smile from deep within.

Left hand to caress
Jaw line of your chin.

How lucky for the sun
To be stuck in orbit
With the moon,
How lucky for my star to be
Same sky as your moon.

Angel laying on warm sands
Of an Eastern sunrise
Morning gaze my heart away.

Patchwork of a life to be –
Fresh forever in the sea;
Love’s embrace and my wrinkles
Smile from deep within.

I Said Goodbye / Floated On (day 2154)

You know you were my everything
I tied two knots to secure
I had clouds in every step
And then I floated on.

You became a ghost of everything
I saw your shadows down the hall
I closed each book with tear stained sheets
And then I sang my song.

You let me handle everything
I knew it was your way
I signed my life upon the dotted line
And to you I said goodbye.

You now have yourself everything
I see your stones and leather shine
I broke away and floated on
And now you don’t have me.