Monkey Changes (day 2383)

Monkey changes sweet summer night
Lips through darkness my mind free
Red light tropical under the sea
Hello dear friend, hello bass line
Hello turtle shell reverb echo
Overgrown, my weathered seed
Corner darkness and my eager eyes
Whether you come home with me or not
Change my song until it’s dawn
And let me see (sing) you again.

That Was Missing (day 2275)

I wrote you a song that I’m not going to sing
I left it underneath an I’ll placed pile of books
I wished I had the tenacity to read
Conscience of my living dreams
Your lines weren’t the usual
Touched with crimson and blush
They were coastal clouds
Menacingly hovering about my mind
In layers that moved at different speeds
Palpable and tingling
But evanescence like words you’ve spoken
That I can no longer remember.
I did not rip the pages at each page break
I did not stain the script with tear drops
And I did not forget to sign my name
Though my heart was clearly laid
Unmistakable and unrestrained
No, it was your heart that was missing
Your heart that floated off
In an un-captain’d lorry
Beyond the breakers and off
Into a dark sea, no more.

Lifeless (day 2274)

If I could write my passion down
On memory two by two squared four
I’d be alive just like the sky
Floating high above for me
I’d sing of open fields to cross
Of bird’s flight so free
Of whales who’d dive far into see
A game amidst unknown
I’d climb each tree
And shoot each arrow
A target I’d always know
I’d have at least
Ten thousand tomorrows
To let loose into the air
As if they were a sign of my
Devilish nature afloat
Like a growing fire
Amidst embers so hot
One by one’s begun.

Whiskey Disco (day 2215)

Whiskey disco has me moving again
Two steps backward
We got four steps to go
Deep diving sunshine
Off a dock kept afloat
By two more bottles
That I just can’t let go
So I’m singing loudly
At the Whiskey Disco
With my old friends
Who’ve got to much on me
We live our lives
So that we get overrun
By no other then
The Whiskey Disco

Over The Mountain (day 2138)

With my soul that’s been flying
I’ve gone over the mountains
Swept little known secrets
Into every day dealings
And with two birds singing
I’ve heard excellent ringing
My mind isn’t reeling
And I’ve come to believe in
What an effort can do then
Like a hand out of water
And heights I’ve been feeling
With my soul that’s been flying.