Man woman break
apart
the end before the start

Timing belt wails
He bails, she trails
another sad tale

Time marches on
and still she dreams of
dawn

Find out why
(I wish) I could
Love his smile

Fun Friday ride
be up five hundy
by midnight

LAX - NYC - IAD
police pursuit
sweet deal, high five

some things never change
test driving the second story
when it rained

create, authentic,
strained
the day ended perfectly

awesome cake
a little bird told me
so blessed to have you, baby

Round, the kumquats grow
Sharp-leaved,  they green the sky
The gate opens wide

A ride.
Nighttime.

Big like a man but
wrapped like a present
in paisley spandex
she wails at the world.

ain’t life Good.  
Ain’t life good to me.

Rain stains her cheeks
As I walk by she shrieks

You ain't all that.
you Ain't all that to me.

My mom only three
Not a single memory
Of that big tall soldier
Used to bounce her on his knee

The Irish man gone,
Grace raised her little girls.
She pierced their ears and
she brushed their curls

And every month she bought two bonds.
Told them stories so they could go beyond
the iron in the ground, the lumber on the hill.
That small town two girls watched out the window sill

Between the man’s death and hers
Grace lived 50 years
But still she loved him
And the daughters they held dear

Words are letters only,
The sounds they disappear
It’s the sadness in our hearts
That will keep our grandma near

Executives smile
before they pull out the knife -
stressful way of life.

Born in hell, died in the swell
When his mother fell

Into the promised land; now ain’t life grand
Kids pick berries, momma washes pans
Daddy raises a knife to chop his hand

Boy, you are the hero come to save us all
Tie your shoes; smile as I fall

Her cough got thicker, her boy got bigger
Wanted to come home but instead he crossed the river

Back in Sacramento, his father died
The boy, too late, walked as he cried

Dead man smiled, his boy looked down
In all his life, he’d never learned to frown

Momma, he said, I’ll buy you a house to own
With all my money we’ll never be alone