Salvation

I heard you died last night at bedtime, Señor;
And fear you wanted it to happen. I know.
Alphonsus’ pleasure filled with sharp thorns, bedgown;
Whispering, shine like through a crystal. Coma.

How can we be loved if we can’t be seen – behind pain?
Accepted without mother’s witness gifted as love?
Universe fill us with the light you claim abundant?
Pain’s living language; death the meaning of a soul torn.

I cannot blame you, friends who die defiantly.
Laws claiming to define us, I am that I am.
Message’s word messenger forgotten men.
Goodbye Señor I’m grateful we had a chance.

Your friend who shot himself in Tulsa; Gone.
Your lover quickens to Alaska; Runs.
Your mother’s savior has abandoned; Sin.
Your words dispersed behind the baseboard; lie, spin

Romantic, languishing an object can’t be they, them.
In friendship truth between us sharing, hope for goodness.
Quantitatively suffering not rape for measure.
Body memory day of falling, day of waking.

I cannot blame you, poppies take away the pain.
Can you please listen trickster as to why befriend?
Walnut house fear grey layers – the magic mine.
Wall, wolf and poison utilized to survive?

I heard you died last night at bedtime, Señor;
And feared you wanted it to happen. I know.
Promises marry day forgotten, over.
Garden’s learned burning brown, devalorized friend

Memories pictured in the albums he built to shelve.
By hand where gift landfills the righteous thought forgiven;
Mind wantonly by men diverging world deserted
How confident without descent pith would miscarry?

Blameless I take up pigment and choose my words.
Spirited mine by losing, I of love ask why?
Superstitiously redeemed true will free the world.
Goodbye Señor I’m grateful for the chance to meet.

Pend Oreille

Gravwaves

Highway 95.
4 by 4 is on.
The biggest lake, mama, in Idaho.

Don’t want to say it wrong.
Your waters quietly sun-bleach
the sunken trees and submarines.

Yet I dare not say your name –
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille

Of you I said I’m fond –
Before I moved out West.
A bird of death now drawn forever on your breast.

I look into your eyes –
The bottom of my steps;
I cannot catch my breath, I cannot say it back.

Yet I dare not say her name –
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille

I said goodbye to Sam
Gone back to Oklohell.
Wyoming on my mind – shooting ne’er-do-wells.

Pend Oreille
I ask your name.
In waves of gravity
My body falls away,
My body falls away.

yet I dare not say your name
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille

One Foot in the Universe

Bumpy road to write upon,
Highway stretches on and on.
All the clouds that show the rain;
At the side of the road, a blood stain.
Broken yellow line for passing,
Concrete highway everlasting.

Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you get by.

Headlight, taillight, line of cars;
Road a mess of cracks and tar.
Sign and times and leafless trees;
Toils and tolls and petty fees.

Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you get by.

Rain is falling up ahead;
Plowed the fields from east to west.
Oh the sound of falling water;
On the road to see my father.

Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you get by.

We stripped the world of earth and wood;
We cut the rock, we cut the lathe.
You take the bad, you take the good;
You take them both and there you have.

One foot in the universe,
One foot, one;
One foot in the universe,
One foot, one;

Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you get by.

Moon With a View

I got a place I live on the moon
Don’t have to chill with any you fools;
Grow my own crops in special made pods;
I got sanctioned to grow my plantation from God.

I like it here, it looks like it may be
getting crowded down there.
I like it here, it looks like it may be
getting crowded down there.

Just me and my wifey, the little boy’s fixed;
No ethics to ponder when there ain’t any kicks.
Big as the sky, you’re waving me down;
I’m out on the moon putting seeds in the ground.

Give it all, give it all to the third world;
Looks like it may be crowded down there.
Give it all, give it all to the third world;
Looks like it may be crowded down there.

Two thousand one martians are short;
Little boy blue genetics cold sore.
Sentenced to die drowning in hate;
It’s just me here and you’re on the moon.

Oceans will rise, activists limp;
Born overboard, born in the end.
Sentenced to die drowning in hate;
It’s just me here and you’re on the moon.

Keep my luggage in a crater, dude

Perfect Song

A perfect song
With midi cruise control
And accents on the dole
And slide control scale manipulates

A perfect song
For ultraviolet minds
And word in haste to
Finish it up strong
Driving on the Autobahn
You’re free

You want the perfect man
I’d make the perfect wife
And if we found each other
What would happen then?

Two clowns in a corner
Make me laugh

You want the perfect man
I’d make the perfect wife
And if we found each other
What would happen then?

Two clowns in a corner
Make me laugh

A perfect song
Like Americans
With blinking lights
And interface design
Dying on the Autobahn
You’re free

A perfect song
With made for a perfect world
When sunlight shines
Shines on you today
SPF you’re getting old
With grace

You want the perfect man
I’d make the perfect wife
And if we found each other
What would happen then?

Work on your appearance
It’s the 90’s man

You want the perfect man
I’d make the perfect wife
And if we found each other
What would happen then?

Work on your appearance
It’s the 90’s man

With melodies
And harmonies
Backbeat to save
The whales
Pachoili, sandwich sales
Across the sky

With melodies
And harmonies
Backbeat to save
The whales
Hormones need the whales
To set me free

Color is a Whore

Five feet above you
And coming to the stores,
Color is a whore.

The librarian is old,
Our books are getting warm;
Color is a whore.

I must be a monster,
Like my mother said;
Color is a whore.

Like her father was,
Boats floating in a bottle;
Color is a whore.

Girl she sees the colors,
Colors when I sing;
Girls she see the colors,
Colors when I sing.

Marching bands are bored;
Swords swallowing a sword.
Color is a whore.

I’m playing with the Dead,
Will retire when I’m ahead
Color is a whore.

I must be a monster
Like my mother says;
Color is a whore.

Like her father was,
Boats floating in a bottle.
Color is a whore.

Girl she sees the colors,
Colors when I sing;
Girls she see the colors,
Colors when I sing.

Weeds

Say you’re done with Americans,

I’m done with dirty blondes.
You can get 
but cannot give,

Can warm but cannot burn.

Yeah, I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall;
Yeah, you’re glowing, weeds grow tall.
Know what you’re knowing, you know it all;
I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall.

Dance for me a song alone

And you ask what is within.
In words our essence
, Pheromone;
It was so, 
it was not sewn.

Yeah, I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall;
Yeah, you’re glowing, weeds grow tall.
Know what you’re knowing, you know it all;
I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall.

And the song 
that springs within
,
It is from
 the river Love.
Try not to care
 is not the same,
Is not the same
 as caring not.

Yeah, I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall;
Yeah, you’re glowing, weeds grow tall.
Know what you’re knowing, you know it all;
I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall.

Peas in a Pod

Same untied shoes,
Same licking wounds;
Yeah put me in
the damaged camp;
And when my hands
shoot rubberbands;
Delinquent with
a faith in me.

We are just two peas in a pod
you and i, you and I, you and I;
Some peas just roll the same,
you and i, you and I, you and I.

Same heart attack,
Same bones we know;
Same frozen face
down in the snow.
My new guitar,
A classic tone;
And I need
what I don’t know.

We are just two peas in a pod
you and i, you and I, you and I;
Some peas just roll the same,
you and i, you and I, you and I.

Some day our kitchen
Filled with light;
And friends come here
To sit for wine;
A body for
a waking mind;
Touching me,
Not buying time.

We are just two peas in a pod
you and i, you and I, you and I;
Some peas just roll the same,
you and i, you and I, you and I.

And then again
you raise your own;
And they forgot
to understand.
How heavenly
the flowerpot
I have wings
and wind below.

We are just two peas in a pod
you and i, you and I, you and I;
Some peas just roll the same,
you and i, you and I, you and I.

Where is You?

Designer face, got designer clothes –
Designer bag, for your design nose –
Designer shoes to cover
Your pretty little feet.

Where is you?

Poorest boy, you need a toy –
Go get guitar, go get a drum –
Go get that thing, hold onto it.
Forget the hunger,
Hippopotamus.

Where is you?

Can you see what isn’t close to you?
Sadness is a part of everything.
Act like you’re strong, you’re acting still.
And in the end,
You would help.

Where is you?

Mao Power

everyday, it’s not for
shadows that she wrote
when in life was I
a man that someone loved?
anyway, all these
smiles and lies to know
you can choose before
the night is through
summer days, summer nights
become the fall
you fall all the way

a billion farmers can’t be wrong

all the way,
a women’s mind is like a man’s
don’t we know by now
a body’s worth is more
so they say
that gold will come from the ground
say, what its worth
is where you will return
tell the boys
don’t forget to tell maureen
that when I’ve got it all
I will know to raise a wolf

a billion farmers can’t be wrong

and I know
with a car and many homes
I would still be naked then
that doesn’t mean I’m free
and to dreams
I have dreams enough for you
and dreams to last
forever and a day
you’re not alone
all your friends will be there too
but not for me
I’ve not a thing to wear

a billion farmers can’t be wrong