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It's not uncommon to deny the pasture played and out of sight. Without a daring act of life, what are you doing? I've been a house with melted walls. I've been the basement cold and dark. I've been a door without a lock. And I've been looking for a way in, an unforthcoming path to … Continue reading All His Consternation
Think about a thing worth thinking about and travel into your mind, where you'll find some wants and needs and little else but worthless rhymes. My head is on your shoulder. No, my heart is on your sleeve, racking up a sort of mystical fight just like David and his giant, named to show how … Continue reading Reach For Sorries
It's hustle to bustle beneath drainpipe sewers. And nothing but nothing could trade steaks for their skewers. My mind's indecision comes couth in the mirror but no one else knows what insanity incurs. It's too intrepid to dream and too strange to differ. Yet so goes the stripes of cloth, dingy and dirged through their … Continue reading Title
Listen to the album here Thoughts in the Belfry Introduction Welcome to the listening experience of a lifetime, of eight songs I wrote years ago that never got their fair shake in recording technique, arrangement, nor execution, as well as one new thirteen minute epic poem set to two chords and a classic folk melody … Continue reading Thoughts in the Belfry: Essays on the Songs
The day is spent waiting around. Hurry up and wait. Wait ‘til Allie wakes up before using the coffee grinder. Wait ‘til nine for the dispensary to open. Wait to get home to smoke. Wait ‘til noon for a beer. Wait ‘til one for the bookstore. Wait for the mail to come. Wait an hour … Continue reading Wait
Why do my eyes deceive me? he asked. What are the tides going to bring? Where does the stretch of the canyon meet animals, and birds on the wing? Do such stipulations reek of deception? Have the contents of reality sworn to be lost to time? I imagine a drift of contrition, before landlocked insanity … Continue reading A Drift of Contrition
Oh to work without escaping into brilliant light, forgiven by a candle's wick. Oh to treat afternoons like stark white gloomy skies are nothing but a shield for the sunshine. I cover my eyes. Laugh like you were born smiling, try to reach God with every grin, with your cheeks tucked in. With your railroad … Continue reading Nature’s Slow Resolve
Have a way with wonder and go grazing past the fields of green. They are vast and without scope, you said, and they're nothing if not lost to the past. Funny how the tinkered tailored soldiers spied. Wouldn't you think the aim would be to stay as far away from danger as you can? I … Continue reading But Not All Too Real
Inspire me Desire me Require all my love I'll do it purposefully Undoubtedly Like a moth to the sun Before the world lit up like madness To a fantasy clutched like teddy bears Oh teddy boys who party on In working class duds Boots of phony leather Worn and weathered Like the lines on their … Continue reading My Oh My, This Place
There is an indecisive man of goodness who dances on the lawn. High above his standing person is the kingdom of God. Yet the doctor is puzzled and the leaders subsist on creating danger in the heavens with a rod or a fist or a submachine gun, or riot gear and tear gas to attack … Continue reading Nevertheless
Just a little better now. Just a little simpler, a little more meaningful. It’s that it almost didn’t happen. It’s that we were almost left alone to be shivered by the lightning strikes, to be arranged into the clouds. Thunder. Thunder. Thunder.
Distract no differences regarding indolence of seated sins. Beget no patient sky's inception on a whirlwind. The mountains call to me and I've not seen them in some years, you see. I'm just a passing gaze upon a side street. No shivering deception casts a net. A package was delivered but it didn't arrive. Just … Continue reading The Perfect Guide To Rattled Swords
What was once disregarded as trivial is now touched by the hand of a serial criminal lost amidst side streets trembling. It is no more a canyon of dreams than a patchwork of a cavalry, tepid tried true. And what portions of privacy can be pleasing to the aristocracy? I wonder. Still there is nothing … Continue reading They Don’t Strive For Sainthood
