there's nothing left on the table
there's nothing left in the garden
there's nothing left for me to tell you
and there's nothing left for me to lose

but there's nothing right
and there's nothing wrong

you've given me lots of words yeah
you've told me quite a story
you've given me quite a few
and yeah I'm really really sorry

but I can't seem to stay angry
no I can't seem to stay mad
you know you're downright sideways
and I'm neither happy nor am I sad.

words really like to run their mouths

find the leather bound book
by my sorry little bed and
you'll find it's filled to the brim
with thoughts from my head and
they're not the best thoughts
and they're not the very worst but
I'll never have them last and
I can't say I've had them first

but I guess I guess
they're thoughts nonetheless
whether or not they're
tidy or a mess

oh little sun little sun
won't cha give me some light
I'm looking for happiness
or at least a good fight

show me something old and
then show me something new
and I'll tell you that it's all the same
for me and for you because well
everyone is everyone and
we've all got our own paths and
they make a little ant colony
they make a nice hammock

you can sit within its net of strings
and swing away in the summer winds

but you can also take a sharp little knife
and cut a knot in its complicated web and
you'll see where that gets you
whether you like it or not

broken down train of thoughts
screaching to an end and
in the end I can't find anything
better than a friend

for there's nothing at all like being alone
but it's pretty nice when you can do that with someone else

a harp strung in low tension
easily played you can hardly hear me
twist your wrist and crank my pegs
tighten my strings
string me out
hang me up
on the limbs of
your favorite tree

I want the wind to brush my hair

I know you're not exactly the way that I see you.
But you should know that you're not exactly the way you see yourself, either.

blue smile
blue hair

blue rims
blue basket

blue bell
blue

the sound of shifting gears

Like water

A weeping willow swaying in the wind

The reeds waving to the cosmos

I am a fable breaking the fourth wall

Look through my window
and sing it with me

You are telling lies so I can promise you nothing and
You are slithering through the cracks in my mind and

Now I am flying
through the cracks
of your words

See me moving
to the rhythm of my heart

I am dancing
to the pulsations
of the distant stars

Flowing up and out
like the nectar from a honeysuckle

Honey and milk pouring from my throat

Sip the dew from the Broadleaf sage
and breathe in its hearty breath

There are diamonds
glistening from the pine trees

and quartz crystals
dripping from the sky and

These pine cones
are red roses

These nettles
they are black feathers
fanning white clouds

and this lake here is your soul
with your eyes in its reflection

and the ripples on its surface
undulate in loving breath
with the universe

Let us form new languages,
languages of beauty and love!

Let's make far reaching extrapolations
that'll blossom into blissful bougainvilleas.

Please!
Let us frolick in fabulous fields
of bountiful wondering.

We will speak in the
words we've named birds.
In the names we've worded flowers.

I can tell you now that my pupils are spreading their wings like the center of a sunflower as it grows

Simply because you are
the glory of the morning
and I am because you are
and we are because we are
indeed!

A long blossomed sunshine spiral smile!

I can tell you I'm feelin'
free free chickadee
ya see the tweet tweet
melody?

I am the blue jay in the summertime,
and the junko in the winter.

Ah I'm the melody,

I'm the robin with the
red breast in the spring time
and I am a shiny black blue crow
come the fall. Find me singing!

Find me caw, caw!

Crispy falling leaves come quietlyyy

green dress green dress
dressed to impress
I guess you didn't bet
you'd get all that **** sweat