I drew the first fire
Yes I cast the first flame
Come before now, exhausted pyre
Some yesterday became more today.

The learning stone’s ancient tick
Divides silence
Causes tension
“School of fish”
Caught in a sink, watch
they sink

We bowed across the street
Heel toe, toe and feet
Hooded like a monk walking a sacrificial lamb
Footed across the gravel with the scent of a nervous man
I parked my pledge
And arrived at the nightly apartment

Lady in red
My disposition was read  
My expedition for change
My pockets are full of change

My pockets are full of change
My pockets are soulful of change

Summing in the masses
Gather for spirit release
The haunting of music revives
And winks at the sight of peace

Lost Angeles
The stolen city
Reopen the doors
               and The Whiskey
To spare the pity

Words are worthy of a thousand pictures  
And with a beat behind them it summons added listeners
There isn’t anything quite as beautiful as the quality of human-
“Are you coming home yet?”
“Nah.”
“Well soon then.”

I’ll play the boy
And you play the girl
As we pretend that we mean
More to the world

My dull willed
Conscious
And blushing desire
As we pretend that we’re close
From between these two wires

You play the queen
And I’ll play it too
As we pretend that I mean
Anything to you

The color Grey and all its shades
Beckoned me to play today
I lit my thumb
And gentile rain
The sky excused
It’s sun-born plague
We laughed and said
“Lets do this again”
I left and Grey left too
Soon my child will play with his
While I walk and whistle this tune

A gift for you
Keeper of the gray
Lonely weekend
I’ll ask if I may
Please trust in my red season
The leaves will fall
Maybe I’ll see you again or
Maybe not at all

Sifting through a world that clings
She hates to talk but she loves to sing
I’d like to write a song for her
In hoping that I’ve found a cure

We hold the many reins
-mmm hmm
We hold reign
-oh yes
We’ve held the rain
-More!

They lost Ohio
We remembered they forgot
They lost our sparrow

Everyone
In my head, said
In unison
Is everybody in, said
From down here
You mind appears, said
Street lights change
You’ll rearrange, said
Things look different from the ground.

Oh well
A well
The mission bell
Remind me, where have we been?
Oh yes
That’s right
That motel out west
Near the bottom of the $5.00 bin

The pall  
The wall
The sheet of despair, with deception to spare
The art of big words
Carried on the backs of birds
From point A to
Point C
From what is
To what
Could be

I was placed in your pocket with your will to be
   Weird
  Every thought skewed my vision on what I thought
Should be clear
I had the world as my shoulders and
My head was the sun
  What I gave you wouldn’t take
Now what I gave is on the run

There are two of us at the corner
We wait to be exposed
  Two of us, waiting
With secrets that we chose
To keep to ourselves
Within our greasy fox-like smirks
We would tell you if you ask nicely
But usually nothing works

The stage was set
the moon on high
our time has come
to say goodbye
the road unending
the walk so bliss
it's time my friend
for one last kiss.

I speak so my mind can hear me.
We don’t like to be disturbed
I write so my head can read me.
We try to see every word.
I think so my skin can feel me.
We still search to be cured.
                                                Have you touched the queen’s lullaby?
                                                We Have.
                                             We’ve heard