when the words in my head made no sense
and every axiom turned on it's head

I was crying

when the ears you listened with were tender
and  when at last spoke your wisdom

my tears had ebbed

but we made a plan and we went to the party
and when we came back we worked liked clockwork

and we were on fire

simple things together to straighten our world
like pitch and stack and recycle

we were on fire

we did what we had to do because we knew
that we could get through it together

then we laughed

this heart of mine won't give up
won't stop beatin' even when i'm sleepin'

this heart of mine won't stop hurtin'
so i keep writin' that's for certain

this heart of mine I got from Mom
cry at the drop of a hat, and i'm glad of that

this heart of mine gets confused
it gets tired and sings the blues

this heart of mine knows no bounds
when i'm dead and gone the beat goes on

I got an ache in my heart
It just won't mend
It tortures my mind
Almost round the bend

Fear and loneliness
My only diet
Trapped by tentacles
Vocal chords quiet

A moonlit night
Cold and clear
Run til I drop
My heart I must hear

If you wrote me a line
If you sang me a song
If you gave me hope
My heart would be strong

hands upon the door
to the cell phone store
I had an awful sore
in my heart and core

something I'm mad at
before the phone shat
something like ****
that some cat spat

so I rant at the gal
even her pal
and the guy Al
who give's a hal?

"The phone's inferior
Where's your superior?
I'll rip him a new interior!
You're all about exterior."

"Look at me when I speak.
or are you too weak?
Talking while you tweet
Look at me when you speak"

what's with this culture?
digital gone vulture
your phone like a suture
trying to mend the future

"Sorry if I got all hot.
Diplomatic I am not.
Had to rant and shout
get the dysfunction out."

"Your phone hurt my ear
The speaker on too near.
On this much I am clear
Your phone hurt my ear."

I needed something profound
and you showed me a sunken ship
the depths of which I had never known
but that is so like you
shining other people's lights
for me to see the way

bending and reaching
in the sunshine and fresh air
she hangs up the clothes

one lone barking dog
competes with  a few crickets
using microphones

this heart of mine won't give up
won't stop beatin' even when i'm sleepin'

this heart of mine won't stop hurtin'
so i keep writin' that's for certain

this heart of mine I got from Mom
cry at the drop of a hat, and i'm glad of that

this heart of mine gets confused
it gets tired and sings the blues

this heart of mine knows no bounds
if i die right now it's still a song

Her hand rested slight
Upon the book she'd found
Her bag across her shoulder
She was waiting for the sound
Of the door alarm at the B & N

I mean after all it was
Fifty nine volumes
On how to build a bomb
Found none to soon  
On a shelf at the B & N

Abandoned by her lover
After too many fights
That was five years ago
A lot of lonely nights
Casing the B & N

Screaming out loud
At rush hour on the train
Was not an option
Nor was *******
Snorted at the B & N


Finally people milling round
She quietly lifted the solution
To her ravaged heart
All fifty nine on revolution
S
    l
        i
           p
              p
                 e
                    d
Into her bag at the B & N



Head down and weighted down
She walked to the exit
Waiting for someone
No one to prevent it
Except security at the B & N

At last the perfect patsy
Alarm rang, the man froze
And our spurned lover
To the opportunity arose
Ran out of the B & N

Ran to the parking lot
Her VW bug
Opened the door
Threw in what she'd lugged
59 looted at the B & N

Key from the drink holder
In her shaking hand
er  rhrh  rhrh vah-room
Such a brazen plan
Perpetrated at the B & N

Her eyes glowed wicked
With rage and revenge
Someone would pay
All would attend
This crime hatched at the B & N

The deed was done
She clung to the wheel
The accelerator floored           
The tires squealed
Away, away from the B & N

We drove to the park
the closest thing to Nature

Walked and talked
of unborn dreams

Till a bird on the ground
didn't fly up

Its mate calling from above
it waddled into tall grass

We left it to Nature
its plight forgotten

eyes in this old head
watch black branches turning green
birds declare the dawn

injured a spider
trying to get it outside
begged its forgiveness

two lone peonies
big pink floppy tousled heads
enough for this nose

I like this time of day
when the sun is not full on.
There are shadows and yet
sunshine lights up cars and buildings.

monkey hour
year of the rabbit still
Capricorn reigns

I like this time of day
when the school bus has come and gone
and children home with families.
There's time for playing outside
before the darkness comes
and winter's cold huddles them inside
like rabbits in a hole.

he holds his head up
after a bob
the baby at his chest
on the couch
legs stretched out straight
baby lying flat downwards
no TV on No one else around

and we caught him
taking a cat nap

the stay at home dad
with one in the bed and one
in his arms

checking in to see who cares
how high do I climb
to get upstairs?

who's got the hearts
the likes, the glory
sounds like the ol FB story

What is this thing I do
With paper, stamps and glue?
A chip off Grandfather's clock
Gathering up the loose ends
Other people's sweat and art
This is What I Like! This is What I Like!

What is this thing I do
With sounds and coo?
Breathing out the gift
Reaching for a riff
Unearthing Hera's spit
This is What I like! This is What i Like!

What is this thing I do
With dirt and ***** and hose?
Waiting, watching, praying
For something to grow
Talking with the moon
This is What I Like! This is What I Like!

They told me I'm responsible
and I should act "this way"
to get out of hell
and all my debts repay

All the tears and self reproach
all the stars I cannot reach
never comes close
no matter what I preach

When I sing and do my thing
quantifying my belief
free of shoulds and dogma too
then are moments of relief

next to cars and trucks
the silent protester rides
legs turning the wheel

Where is that cup of tea
When the world whizzes by
and the bills need paying
and dinner made
and the baby hugged?