The Breeze Is On My Back, Through The Window (???)

The breeze is on my back, through the window,
From the sky.
Writing this to while away the time,
Better than nothing.
Being used to pen without intoxication
Has not come about,
My words are clumsy.
My life is nicer, the trade-off.
My career may be over but at least I'm happy.
Talk of nickel backs and I-formation
Comes at me from my right side, funny voices
Meant for little boys and hero worship.
The running back almost broke free.

Fly In My Soup (10/22/95)

Only moments crop up, bad seconds.
This is an improvement, reversal.
Only stopped shooting my feet, no big deal.
Now, I'll tell you a dream.
I was a spy, running through the
Rain-soaked streets of my
hometown, late at night.
My heels, my black sophisticated spy shoes,
make a movie sound, bouncing off brick.
The roads are mild cobblestones.
Whatever I am running for, I am too late.
Prevention, intervention, I am not sure.
I had that dream five years ago.
Last night I dreamed that my best friend
beaned me in a charity baseball game.
Hit me right on the ass.
Point being, salvage the broth
and eat some bread.

River My Secrets (1995)

To the delta over sand I come
Over rock and under fault
To throw my freshness to your salt
To mix with fish to hear them hum

River my secrets to your ocean
Roll my riddles in your foam

Flute Made Of Bone (1994)

Bloodied once still singing
Heart is thumping ears are ringing
And the air is passing through
Me
It's not stopping at my chest
It sears my feet it shakes my throne
I'm made of bone
Don't help me I have fallen
I can do it I'm not calling
I'll just listen to you chime
I can't bear to watch you climb
Play that little tune
Chills me to the bone
The flute was walking once
It sings through living lips

Blind Boner (???)

Won't you be a mother to my son
The son in me you know the one
That annoying one they talk of
That inner one that smaller me
That bullshit crap of craps
And yet it's true he wants
A mother just like you

He'll drink all the milk he will
A toothless suckle, mother, he will
Pucker up and suck you dry
But not for long he'll feed again
You'll offer up -

Coffee? What? What did you say?
You need a father for your daughter?
Yeah, but see, I asked you first
You think I can? You think I could?
But I'm not sure (as if you are, I know...)
I'm just a guy it's hard for me to say
It's hard for me to see
It's hard for me
It's hard, for you
It's hard

Midwest and Spartan (early 1990's)

Midwest and spartan
brazen and shy
soul trailing smoke
and the pungent droppings of
a childhood equestrian dream

I've Strapped My Anger To The Innermost Molecule (???)

I've strapped my anger to the
innermost molecule, it is larger
and smaller than I but
certainly stronger, it will not be
denied.

But, for now, I pretend it doesn't exist.

Yes, my days are long, what with every
imagined battle fought with pillows
and baggage, my mind is bruised from
all those violent shadows,
so my nights must be filled by my intellect.

For we smile at each other all day long, believe it or not,
such a crime against the both of us,
the innermost molecule, man.

There is no denial without knowledge.

With My Tongue (???)

(A minor to F)

I'm gonna throw a rock through
That window back there
That window back there

I'm gonna come back with a
Rock right in my hand
Hole right in my hand

I'll stomp a hole in the ground
That I've walked so long
That I'll walk so long

I'll stomp down to China yes
I'll chomp right down through
I'll chomp right down top

I'll bite off the mountaintop
I'll chew it right down
I'll chew it right down

I'll swallow the ocean yes
Lick my lips of it
Lick my lips of it

I'll eat through to the fire
I'll eat through to the fire
Digest volcano

I'll vomit a new ozone
Puke it right over
Puke it right over

I'll take the flag down from the
moon with my tongue with
my tongue with my tongue with my tongue

Nobody (10/8/08)

Nobody cares
Nobody's listenin'
Nobody's there
At Blackberry Way
I don't care
If they ain't listenin'
'Coz I ain't talkin' to them
Anyway

Pretty soon you won't be famous
And everything will stay the same
Hit the showers 'coz it's too late to play the game
Too early for collapse
Fall down later at Blackberry Way
Call me later at Blackberry Way

Your dream got killed on Blackberry Hill

Our Love Is Better Than We (???)

Our love is better than we
had it legs it would run faster
had it lungs it would breathe deeper

Our love is sweeter than we
were it man made it would cause cancer
were it hard it would be candy

Our love is softer than we
were we softer we'd be air
were it harder would be sweet

sloppy guitar solo, diving bass, thunder drum roll

Our love is louder than we
had it amps it would blow doors
had it bells it would ring ears

Our love is higher than we
were it a drug we would be dead
were it a ladder oh the rungs
we don't live up to it
it doesn't mind