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.
Month: December 2017
Holy Water (day 2387)
I want to find more in my laugh
Than I’ve been taught
– No Bukowsky or Kerouac tonight,
My dreams becometh my own
My mind a white hempcloth
And one single candle
That screams out to loneliness
“Come again soon sometime.”
My holy water pleasuring
Ghosts of this symphony
Who shall sit down to dine,
Reading my scriptures
Taken from an unmarked shelf
In penmanship so crafted
To remind my found girth
I have slept here before.
Keep to the Road (day 2386)
Desired to be of waiting, thus
I’m getting tired of wandering
Without a cause.
I want reason that itches
Songs that move me
Lethargy to get the fuck out
Eating I go of dirt road trails
Through my smiling menace
With ten thousand reasons
To keep to the road.
Butterfly (day 2385)
Little butterfly held my hand today
And sweetly sang a song
Each beating wing an instrument
I’ve never heard before
To my ears rushed ten thousand notes
Beating heart metronome
Off again, shifting breeze
Flutter sends my heart.
Fern Forest Cafe (day 2384)
I’m looking for you
My ever friend
To hold my hand
As we sit and think
A silent reminder
Where we’ll find again
Our singing voice
To ring out loud
From our hidden garden
My soul and me.
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.
Stream rev. Antique House Café (day 2382)
I am learning softness,
Not reflections divine.
Hearing words missing;
Kindness shared in
Passing time.
Shadows sharing my subtlety
Working my antiques
Flowing warmly about
My shifting stream.
7 Pounds (day 2381)
I’ll play here to get my soul
To get myself together
Another chord struck against
A blackening string inside
And as I move from left to right
I’ll forget I ever crawled
Into a set, into a space
Into my soul tonight
Broken Candlestick (day 2380)
Let the darkest corner
Upon your boudoir stand
Shame you, saxophone
Sweetly, in your ears tonight.
Late night whispers
Floating
B flat through E
Dear sweet Moonlight
A hand tonight
Sing along song
Sing broken candlestick
Sing how you are
And sing darkness
Until you fall asleep tonight.
Into Fire (day 2379)
Whistling to myself as I
Float on into a fire
Carry this for me a while
Rumbling as the chains do roll
An offering shall go
Love last breaths I give away
Evening cherishes mine name
Thunderstorm and rainclouds
Unearthed and saving gravity
Such lays ahead thou plan
Reighning in thy terror’s breath
Hallowed in contempt.