Who knows what kind
of man I am? I've never
held a child of mine,
my first communion
wasn't official and
my back is dry. I
was in it for wafers
and body of wine.
I'm Stan with no plan
and a nothing
saved man who
only knows he
can but needs
to lay his hand.
Sand or solid land
I am everything
everything and need
no band or some
social media clan
no if buts or ands.

The words come out wrong,
at the wrong place and time.
When life races, after long
You'll sing this little song
When the fires in the sky,
oceans cover mountains,
and Prayer can't fix your sin,
You will have to try.
You're out there now,
After the muttered vows
You start to wonder why
He just keeps you aside

There ain't no moon to
guide a tide, nothing my
flow can't ride.
It'll be fine if you call me
beautiful just once more or
even if you just said hello,
before it's time to go.
The sun will still
burn hydrogen and
I'll get through the night. 
I can't leave until the sun
is up and the beer is gone.
I puffed all my smoke,
you always have one more
with another tune or two
because we speak through
all of those songs to seize
our few moments together.

I hope our electric
Wasn't too much and
Didn't short circuit
The board.
The warmth from your cold feet
Might be the last and only
Anomaly that can
Conduct any sort of spark
As to why the light switch
Is on but the lights are off.

It's not even worth my time
anymore to try and track
where the Rose is going to
grow when the thorns are
all I can harvest even
in the midst of a kiss.

The wind used to blow
a certain swirl that
made you my world
that now just makes my
stomach curl even when

you're genuine but  
we know I'm Cyrano
and all he endured were
low blows and, oh my,
look at that nose,
even in the best pose

We'd rather plug our
brains with ice and show
the world our hubris
without thinking twice
rather than pondering
afflicted voluntary
motions that have failed so many.

Hints of lipstick on
my chapstick, quarters
in candle lids, an
unsent letter and two
forgotten crescent
moons

Take your blankets off his floor
and let me sing songs of freedom
quietly through your drums.
We'll run so far out that
we will be closer in  
to the way through.
We both know once we
start burning up in the
atmosphere, the only hopes
of making it is to burn at a steady pace.

There are usually dreary
days in  Erie but you,
my fathers parents,
never fail to make me smile though
our distance is marked in miles

the wind pulled as my
companion tonight. it ain't
blistering cold, either way,
I never fold,
no matter how old
I grow. I'm to be bold,
obstruct and hold.
All that's told, all is sold.
I even thought the moon
was full. Then I cried wool
that only a fool could
burn with coal.

Winter's summer night is
Mother nature's one night
stand.
Just a tease, flashes
just a sparkle of the
light in her eyes, until she
lays vengeance.
Now, let's take the weights off.
No more talk of superstition,
no more pressure.  
There's no more strength
to bare anything, anymore,
anyway.
Just lay on the floor.
Let's just flip records.
Forget about before.
Hold my mind, close our eyes,
before no time
commits its crime.

My life is mixed up in dreams
and my dreams are lost in fantasies.
I'd rather have it this way,
I keep my cast in open ocean
So my hook avoids being
caught on the rocks
where opinions are all I got
to yank myself free but dreams
and fantasy are only mine.

In this dream I cannot
even read my own decrees
that have become the wrinkles
of my brain in actuality because
the steamroll of life is comin'
to try and smooth them out but
it ain't big and yellow with
no flashing lights. It's not thoughtful
enough to tell their labor fee.
When night paints black on the moon
a dig toward the tunnel below
the rock and the hard place will be
my way out like how leaves wave
hello in the wind during fall while
they try and remember
the branches from which the fell.
It's their last descent
as the sun walks them home.

you make it hard for me to
read because you faded all the
marks on the tape measure. Besides
your eyes are surprisingly
lifeless for having
your wisdom in the place
where souls are born but your hands
catch on the experience wood saws.

For awhile, for too long,
I tried to wake up
and smell her smile,
even after I walked,
a few miles, to get her
car out of a snow pile.
she told me she had me
fine, played another
style, only she had on file,
that left it all defiled.

government trust,
they'll give you lead water to boil.
with a side of mad cow protein
extra super loaded meat
alternative facts,
political discussion,
oxymorons with huge repercussions

it didnt matter to me that
you had itchy poison
under your arm, I still
would have held you close
while you say that we can never
be anything more than
what we already are.

It didnt matter to me that
I was on the outside looking
in while on the inside
you're looking up at pulsating
tree leaves while there is
lead socks in your shoes
as the peanut gallery wears
funky hats when you told
me you loved me insignificantly.

It didn't matter to me
you wanted other opportunity,
I knew you'd hang around and
I'd hear your vocal sounds
even if it rained during
shining sun, even if winter
had no spring, I'd linger
and be a singer of your lore.

around now
the soft monitor glow,
the vacant chair
ruins my flow,
hints of lipstick on
my chapstick, quarters
in candle lids, an
unsent letter and two
forgotten crescent
moons won't
give me in.

Our chaotic time,
we still danced our
song in rhyme,
they tried to charge
us with crime,
it's just their hearts
are lime,
while we let go,
ride the wind

at least we talked then,
the last time the leaves
fell, I thought we'd too.

while we intertwined
in flight, for a minute
we vanished in sight

and then you did,
before I hit the ground
with a splat but I lived,

to see my brothers
and sisters fall, while
I tried to remember

which way the wind
blew before I fall
again in the prime

of fall. It'll be the
new year, I don't think
I'll live up to my

words of forgiving
and not loving you.

Leaves blowing in the wind are just waving hello
as they try and remember which branch
they fell from even though they know
it's their last descent as the sun walks them home.

Ain't no one trying to be true.
no more I'm hiding my blue.
just once, try someone's stew,
and you might get a clue.
these words are long overdue.

Stews simmer, hieroglyphs are forever.
Form them carefully together
because someone who's clever
will sever them forever.
Don't let your tongue become leather.

Flip the record,
lay on the floor,
let's just forget
about before.
Hold my mind
close our eyes,
before no time
commits its crime.

I can't get behind either
of these two crooks,
but it seems people are,
while the water's too
warm and the
great barrier reef
dies bleach in hope
someone notices
that no one cares
the bees and the
polar bears are through,
even though we still
have room for a pipeline
that only less than one
percent want anyway.

These little lines formed,
to make familiar
symbols, so my brain
can recognize and not forget
to pick up the milk
from the store,
are the only things I can
handle now.

I cant hear your words
they're hiding with the rain clouds,
When they finally fall upon my head
However, hard the sun may shine,
I'll be standing in those shadows
until the end of nothing left.

Natural remedy

Maybe the sun will rise,
To dry, all I've made rain.
Maybe the wind will fly,
To sail us together again.

Maybe the leaves will mature,
To ensure, we look close,
At one another
And our nature's mother.

Maybe the rocks will hold,
Be bold, when we want to fold.
Maybe the tide will rise,
To try, wash the mind inside.

The distance is far too great, I fear.
It's eating me alive like a comet
entering our atmosphere .
I'm gonna be too small by the time I hit
even if I'm bigger than
earth itself.

light foot, heavy chest
midnight stroll on that
dark alley path where
the moon flicked stronger
at our touch.

nothing like this can ever be
no matter the reality
it seems, even when only  
trees whisper to me. Flocks
give me their tweets

even when the distance
eats me alive like a comet
entering the atmosphere,
I'll still be too small being
bigger than earth itself.

These words are all I have
to groove a rhythm to
even if rhythm is passed date
I'll throw a stab before my doom.

All at once, nothing at all
nothing at once or not once at all
trying to go out to get in
we met when you entered
to leave an emerging exit.