Before the sun brightens our half of the earth
Birds chirp at the break of dawn
You and I, my love
Turn dream to action and embark
Fill our knapsacks with blankets and sweets.  

We’ll slip away unnoticed
Without maps or shoes
Fools desperate to explore the unknown.
We’ll gyre the states as gypsys
Ride rails to the sweet scene of a passing countryside

Our destinations many
Kyoto to Anchorage
Shanghai then Budapest
Should we lose our way
It wouldn’t matter the slightest
Should I wake in your embrace at the crack of a new dawn.

During the earliest hour
While the house sets
Light peeks through my brothers closed door

If you put one ear to his door
And listen carefully you can hear
Him sing along to Frank Sinatra

Soft and off key
Using improvised lyrics like
People do to fill in those gaps

While it's this early
And absence is a pleasure
Sing like nobody is listening

Underneath a golden light
my hands fell behind your hips
and we danced outside
in the middle of the street
to the silent tune of our breathing

As we circled that perimeter
our earthly worries drifted away
you'd laugh everything I stepped on your foot
then afterwords you'd stomp on mine

We must have been quite the sight
to curious neighbors
peering from their bedroom windows
as we swung each other like gypsies
until neither of us could breathe

Perched against a grey wall
underneath an open window
is where to find me
whoever may be searching

Frogs croak outside
the only light that can be seen
comes from neighbors porch lights
whoever may be looking

There's nothing to see this late
sounds of passing planes echo through
heavy clouds
imagine being a passenger
against a smaller window
thousands of miles above mine

Experiencing the same view
from a different perspective

The cool breeze and stale electric hums
may appear insignificant
but they refuse to go unnoticed
to whoever may be searching

A crackle from wet wood
Tossed carelessly into a blazing bonfire
Making sparks and ash explode
From this contained pit
Stuttering and spewing
Like fireflies during summer's night

Is there a hidden desire
Emanating from these glowing flames
Ascending as a smoke toward swollen rain clouds
But dissipating into nothingness
Before it began to pour.

Right foot pressed to the accelerator
racing ahead of every car
in your vicinity
to slide into the left lane
and watch the following cars
through your rear-view mirror
honk and scream alone in vain

There’s a wayward shift in speed
followed by an anxious whip
of a commuter’s head to assure himself
that his wagon will clear
the space between two cars to his left
that come and go sporadically
driving quicker as the distant merge begins to appear

So when that day rolls around
when you find yourself reading bumpers
keeping a tenacious grip on that steering wheel
racing alongside silhouettes of commuters
each determined to be the first one
to merge into to left lane
and set the speed for following *******.

I don't know how many bottles of beer
I have consumed while waiting for things
to get better
I dont know how much wine and whisky
and beer
mostly beer
I have consumed after
splits with women-
waiting for the phone to ring
waiting for the sound of footsteps,
and the phone to ring
waiting for the sounds of footsteps,
and the phone never rings
until much later
and the footsteps never arrive
until much later
when my stomach is coming up
out of my mouth
they arrive as fresh as spring flowers:
"what the hell have you done to yourself?
it will be 3 days before you can **** me!"

the female is durable
she lives seven and one half years longer
than the male, and she drinks very little beer
because she knows its bad for the figure.

while we are going mad
they are out
dancing and laughing
with horney cowboys.

well, there's beer
sacks and sacks of empty beer bottles
and when you pick one up
the bottle fall through the wet bottom
of the paper sack
rolling
clanking
spilling gray wet ash
and stale beer,
or the sacks fall over at 4 a.m.
in the morning
making the only sound in your life.

beer
rivers and seas of beer
the radio singing love songs
as the phone remains silent
and the walls stand
straight up and down
and beer is all there is.