Sunlight doesn’t shine
Bird’s beaks never speak
My skin can’t feel and
Sugar isn’t sweet.
It’s not hot or cold
Steak ain’t meat
Skies are never grey and
Night is just a shade of day.

Don’t need your money
Don’t need your ham
Don’t need your lovin’
Don’t need a hand
Don’t need your glory,
It’ll cost me all
Don’t need your sorry
Don’t need your basketball

Glass bird standing on a man made stone
Doesn’t think at all and she’s not alone
Dogs do not bark and graves hold no bones
Truth isn’t real when you’re on your own.

Why you lookin’ at me that way
As if you don’t know the time of day
You think it’s raining but you don’t know
Why you sayin’ my name so slow?

I’m not a glass bird on a man made stone
That doesn’t think at all and I’m not alone
I just heard a dog bark and I saw some bones
Jump up outta the grave and run on home.
Why don’t you jump up outta your grave
and run on home?

Sunlight doesn’t shine
Bird’s beaks never speak
My skin can’t feel and
Sugar isn’t sweet.
It’s not hot or cold
Steak ain’t meat
Skies are never grey and
Night is just a shade of day.

I am an Angel

I am a dog wide eyed

     panting at the window
I am an Angel cast down
    
I am a bird with a seed in my beak

        pecking at the rough bark

I am an Angel with only 2 eyes now

     I am a fish in search of water
        all shoulders moving fins through the shallows
I am an Angel with un-grown wings

     I am a pig shivering 

           flies from my bristly back

I am the sky and all those who fly in it

I am the earth and when I shake

     I am the magma moving

           pushing up

I am the sea and when I swim

     Whole continents are washed away.


I am an Angel and cannot help but be

Something's wrong
tears just behind my eyes
aching heart
something missed
out of step
constant grieving
something's wrong

In my land there dies a thousand
something's wrong
something's wrong
how will healing ever be that grand
to heal the somethings wrong?
how will life be large enough
to swallow dying
something's wrong

Breath is easy, in and out
so is walking where I will
my fingers bend in normal fashion, yet,
somethings wrong, something's wrong

Beyond my vision tears are running
marathons to empty towns
something's wrong beyond my knowing
how will love become the song
how will somethings ever change
to something's right from something's wrong?

Out of nothing came a tree.
Not so age’d nor so young.
But with goodly branches spreading

In the center there, I sat.
On a nest of mystery spun.
Heart afraid of where it’s heading

Out of nothing came a sound.
Not a word nor melody.
Still. I hear it clearly singing

In a harmony I sit.
Out of nothing has it come.
From the nothing something ringing

Out of nothing came a stone
In my lap was white and round
That, my hand, is gently turning

Into nothing, will I go.
From the branches, stone and sound.
See, the nothing tree is burning