Listen, you, who sit in the damp grass as the
sun arrives over the shadow of a broken day, The forecast
extirpates all the hate in this land grown up
too late but still clinging on to the month of may
Bird watchers,
        Bike riders,
                Bank robbers,
                         Blues singers
together make this world vibrate, accentuate
the hair of each and every nape after nape, I contemplate
how this day will end, which roads to mend, which twig to bend, but I,
I light up with the glow that could only come after a rain, all my stains
removed and thrown through the windowpane
I jump out, fall back and arrive in my final scene
Lights crash, crash through this day, beauty between,
If you don’t already have this engrained in your brain,
                *The brightest rainbows come after the rain.

The devil was never evil, just confused. So I am too.
I caught her before
She fell. The ambulance came and wrapped her up in blue.

Love and hate are not in opposition.
Survival
Requires them both to coexist.

And I can’t remember the last time I agreed with the arm
Or the army of truth.
No questions. No questions. There is no escape from the farm.


Maybe there was never a reason
Maybe we need imagination
Maybe nothing makes sense
Does that make sense?

Maybe its not supposed to
Maybe we can’t know evil
And we can’t know truth

Maybe our language represents
All of the lies we tie ourselves to
Maybe God created the world
And on the seventh day he slept in and hit the snooze.

Maybe there was supposed to be more to it
Maybe he said “Good enough,” and went
Back to his golden throne to sit.

He saved me, beat me up and gave me back
To the water, back to the river,
With the spider webs falling apart.
Back to the place I sat and I thought
And day turned into dark

Maybe we only talk to agree upon truth, and
Maybe my truth is a lie to you