Sift
looming lights are all I ever see
beam from the streets
shell in the world
crawling deep, days lean on me
knees in the crease, left in a whirl
and I am here again
and I am here again
staggered nights are full of ecstasy
prism mast, full clasp
gripping social functions all too deep
knees in the crease, left in a twirl
and I am here again
so far from evidence
Married Men
all these married men
all these men who don’t know better
all you had a choice
all these boys write love letters
tastes like money, tastes like paper
call the clocks, ref the days
tying knots, better be paid
all the money spent
just wasted rent
Punky Hall’s Convenience Store
swung so late – swung mile for mile
where are my legs – I feel like a pile
we’ve taken our parts
been gone for days
everything just alludes to a maze
chirping in the front seat while I’m looking back
get in the car and try to unpack
concave waves collapse
tears I just couldn’t hold back
no more
fall into place nothing has to be
beg to differ who’s settling
butting heads all the same
just trying to set something straight
I work the counter at this convenience store
nothing less, nothing more
and it’s his name on the wall
yeah, we can go tear it up
give into the touch of a late night snack
bags of candy – no low fat
it’s all I can do
I can’t hate on you
no no
Big House
when the computers come
you’ll be taking off
I leased the room
you fell through
taking air
when we see the sum
you’ll be making fronts
lying awake – we relate, is that safe to say?
ohh it became so endless
the sheen gets compressed and
burns a bitter hue
who crossed the world for you
water keeps baby blue
just another room let loose
where do things settle down
in it all the same
in it like it’s a game
oh, where are we now
no no
no
no no
these frames come in my focal
better picture from locals
i can’t make it stop
tapered to the touch
tapered to your blush
the robots came
swept away
endless days
we look kinda lush
events taken to love
it goes on
and on
and on
and on
it became so breathless
machines get undressed and
who knows who’s being used
who crossed the world for you?
water keeps baby blue
just another room let loose
where do things settle down?
washed up in all the dreams
all of our memories
oh, where are we now
Swoonlight
when autumn bottomed out I had no place to go
living so large, functions got old
enemies I see want meet and greets
why would I leave
it’s taken awful long just to see you go
maybe you don’t want to leave after all
what’s gotten into me
unscrewed and unleased
so hard to please
keep keep creeping up
oh your in it now
swoonlit, where the moon sits
bright and lucid
one more serenade
loose ends, tied to old friends
what’s in store then
nothing gets forgotten
just dealt with so often
when I have the room
pushed off the lot, it’s all talk till we see improvements.
when stakes pull up this house will fold
fold into itself, some stranglehold
all I see, repeats
why would I leave
why would I leave
it’s all good till we hit the floor
befriending ties to settle the score
it never shows it’s face
like a crack in the door
his and yours
keep keep creeping up
oh your in it now
swoonlit, where the stool sits
bright and lucid
one more serenade
loose ends, tied to old friends
what’s in store then
Litter
like it was said in reverse
red felt velvet unearthed
still caught in the mix
still lost in the abyss
more of a way to cope
windows split like a bow
just to draw you in
feelings come again
but you feel, but you feel it
but you feel, but you feel it
looping back
looping back
but you feel, but you feel it
but you feel, but you’re feeling personally attacked
that’s where your feelings at
it’s something you know
something you hold close
enter a fold
grips can’t hold
damn if you do
damn if you don’t
let go, let go
it’s something you choose
something you let loose
enter the cold
nights grow old
never a fool
never at fault
last call, last call
last call, it’s the litter you throw
when nights grow old
just a kick in the dust
how we get in touch
we reset the week
where our knees get weak
just back at it again
still pushing the pen