A Red-Haired Woman's Wisdom Fleets
&
Meets You at Your Favorite Bar
With her you won't have to try very hard
She isn't asleep
She's waiting

It's the Easy Way to Pay

New faces in a new bar
Laughter erupts in sync
With the pouring taps
Not my laughter
I came here alone for a chance
A chance to meet you
But you're never where I think you'll be
I'll keep trying though
Chasing a dream
The perfect conversation
The perfect face and taste
It's happened times too few
I always blow it
I always forget your face
It's so embarrassing
I'll meet you for real someday
And I won't forget you
And I won't hide from you the evening after
Not even the one after that
Maybe next time I'm out looking for you,
you might be looking.
You'll find me too.

The Rimbaud flows incessantly
The moonlit garden shrieks and howls
The pictures glow incandescently
Sweat beads marching down their brows

A fruitful sun will bring clarity
A mistreated boy laughs at you
A new day re-born without sanity
Accepting rough beauty through and through

39 days remain
Don't eat at the dirt
Eat at the sound
The smell of a coming rain
Wash my stains up from the ground
Your lost and found
Your picket lines
We be all skinned men from our hides.

Son of Song
Ocean Blue Eyes
Green Voice Screaming & Shaking at the Clouds
Hot. Knife. Tan.

Grey note clouds shade the starlight beam kisses from falling down
Another memory tucked back inside rolls out of your mouth and onto the ground
Where our feet twist and kick and make love to the gum-spotted sidewalk
The same spot you stood three years ago when you felt clean and happy.