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Anodes & Cathodes

February 3, 2017

Open your eyes and greet all the negative anodes

They’re coming for you, may as well decorate, Cathode

No place to run, turn on the oven and roll dough

Take a deep breath and welcome your enemies home

Water softens stone

 

Bow your curls to friend and foe alike

Keep pure your heart with the mindful over might

In the depth of your soul’s midnight

Carry them home

 

Walk on a wire, the trick is not to look up or down

Face toward the fire, allow all the sweat to bead your brow

Sing out and smile, the wordless song is free to all

Should they take aim, you can’t reach everyone, down you fall

Know that it’s not your fault

 

Bow your curls to friend and foe alike

Keep pure your heart with the mindful over might

In the depth of your soul’s midnight

Carry them home

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The Flame Before The Flies

January 27, 2017

Am I understood?

Am I cleaning clear?

Are you going to run?

Or stay right here?

I hope you’ve bested fear

Things are not as they appear

 

But how can you be sure?

I’ve heard this all before

Six million souls in dust

A flight of one turns eyes to skies and minds

To bend toward distant light

A gilded path of lies

The flame before the flies

 

The foot that feels the ground

Belongs to armored proud

But not a shield does make

All ashes in the wake

As the sighing passed for sound

The world still spun its round

The shovels ever quaked

The earth was forced to break

 

March your feeble foot

Wrapped in Turin’s shroud

Let your hate ignite

And carry forth a solitary light

Through shadow, fog and night

You’ll make the hollow proud

Not question why endowed

 

The foot that feels the ground

Belongs to armored proud

But not a shield does make

All ashes in the wake

As the sighing passed for sound

The world still spun its round

The shovels ever quaked

The earth was forced to break

 

Pack in the railroad cars

See the snow through the bars

Mother and family

Yeah, they’ll be alright

Working will set you free

Chimney smoke slavery

Draw back your quivering bow

Cross violin strings

Tears In My Beard

April 14, 2011

I’ve got tears in my beard over you

It’s been near on a year since we’re through

The twine that helped bind us as one

Grew frayed, gave way, we were done

 

It took weeks for my sheets to lose

The perfume that you always overuse

In the night as I turn to your side

I’d smell, I’d remember and I’d cry

 

I’ve got tears in my beard over you

I take blame for the pain you’ve been through

To be close to a man like me

Is no place for a woman so sweet

 

Billy (Now That You’re Gone)

April 13, 2011

Who’s an ageless man with never a worry

He’s a joke, he’s a joke

A glide in the stride and money for the ferry

He’s a joke, he’s a joke

 

And we’d always meet his back with a slap

That’s the same back that never heard the laughs

Oh, Billy, we drink to your song

But who’ll pay the bill now that you’re gone?

 

With a wink to the young and a word to the old

He’s a joke, he’s a joke

If it wasn’t for his daddy, he’d never been buried

He’s a joke, he’s a joke

 

And we’d always meet his back with a slap

That’s the same back that never heard the laughs

Oh, Billy, we drink to your song

But who’ll pay the bill now that you’re gone?

 

We raised a glass to your illness

And fell silent on the love that you gave

So many now drink to your honor

They’re the same folks who piss on your grave

 

He’s finally at rest from a hole in the chest

Now he’s gone, he is gone

A toast to the man both caring and careless

Now he’s gone, he is gone

 

And we’d always meet his back with a slap

That’s the same back that never heard the laughs

Oh, Billy, we drink to your song

But who’ll pay the bill now that you’re gone?

 

Some Sorta Lonesome

April 13, 2011

I think it starts when I was barely out the car seat

Could hardly see above the dash

Saturdays take the trash out to the landfill

Then hardware store with my old dad

On the road with my old dad

 

And I’ve always seemed to feel some sorta lonesome

Never could stop at just one glass

The road has always been my special lady

And I spend up all my money on the gas

I spend my little money on the gas

 

My family lived on all the woods that I could play in

Never had a dog, but had two cats

I spent my youth lost amongst the pine trees

In army boots and a cowboy hat

Army boots and a cowboy hat

 

And I’ve always seemed to feel some sorta lonesome

Never could stop at just one glass

The road has always been my special lady

And I spend up all my money on the gas

I spend my little money on the gas

 

This kind of life just came and found me

Snuck on in, took me away

I may have been born in Boston, Massachusetts

With a different accent, but the story’s still the same

 

And I’ve always seemed to feel some sorta lonesome

Never could stop at just one glass

The road has always been my special lady

And I spend up all my money on the gas

I spend my little money on the gas

 

Providence Love Story

April 13, 2011

Golden blonde and baby blue

How I’ll remember you

And those days of drinking in the sun

Wide-eyed and twenty-two

I fell so hard for you

Never knew that love could come and go

And it grows too big to sometimes hold

 

From Maine to Providence to New Orleans

New Haven to Cambridge and the coast between

To be young and in love and fed by your dreams

The paint may run dry, but it leaves such a pretty scene

 

Followed you down Thayer Street

Wickenden summer heat

India Point as stars ran cross the sky

You’d have to buy my booze

I thought I’d never loose

This love I thought I’d never find

But you knew it was just a passing time

 

From Maine to Providence to New Orleans

New Haven to Cambridge and the coast between

To be young and in love and fed by your dreams

The paint may run dry, but it leaves such a pretty scene

 

I’d take my grandma’s car

Down south just after dark

And leave when the sun was coming up

Those were machine shop days

I’d write on my lunch break

My hands so full of cuts and grease

Smudged words of longing and release

 

Golden blonde baby blue

How I’ll remember you

And those days of drinking in the sun

 

The Cobbler

March 19, 2011

It was barely eight am

I just had my toast and jam

When along the windowsill there came a tap

I was taken by surprise

At the sight before my eyes

It was Mr. Burly Squirrel in a tweed suit

 

He said, “I don’t mean to barge in

But I’m in a little pinch

I was supposed to meet that finch from your backyard

We were calling it a date

I couldn’t hardly wait

And now it seems I’ve lost my lucky shoes

Oh, and what am I to do?”

 

“Have you seen where they have gone?

I last saw them on the lawn

They were drying from a coat of waterproof

In an hour I cam back

Nearly had a heart attack

When all that there remained was their imprint”

 

“Now I think that something’s up

It might be that old woodchuck

Or maybe those two jerks from the woodpile

Either way I’ve got it bad

They were the only pair I had

Do you think you may have something just my size?

Oh, what a day to be alive!”

 

Now I thought there for awhile

And I gave a little smile

How often does a squirrel come ask for shoes?

I’d like to help him out

But my head was full of clouds

How could I oblige this strange request?

 

But the weather in my brain

Soon dried up all the rain

The sky it was so clear and baby blue

And I knew just what to do

I grabbed my wallet and some glue

A razorblade, a hammer and some nails

And I started cobbling up a pair

 

When the last lace was in place

The look upon his face

There are no words in squirrel for gratitude

But I thought I saw a tear

As he grinned from ear to ear

And pulled those works of art onto his feet

 

He said, “You truly are a friend

If ever I can lend

Anything to you that’d be of use

You cut up your billfold…”

I said, “There was nothing for it to hold”

And wished him the best of luck upon his date

For which he was now an hour late

 

When he finally did arrive

The look in her bird eye

Could have set that whole back yard into a blaze

So he made up an excuse

She said, “You must be confused

If you think that I would buy that load of shit”

 

He said, “Babe, you’ve got it wrong”

And he sang out his whole song

And when he was all done she saw those shoes

She could even tweet

As she gazed upon his feet

And saw my handiwork done for the love

Oh, and they praised the lord above!

 

Sweet Marie

March 19, 2011

Think I was twelve years old

And she may have been thirteen

Back in the deepest woods

We went where no one could see

Now I had kissed some girls

But there was plenty still new to me

So then she threw me down and went to town

And when she was done I couldn’t breathe

 

A few years had gone by

But she never left my mind

If I saw a few pine needles

I’d smile and give a sigh

Now I had kissed some girls

And there was little now new to me

But when she threw me down and went to town

Like a blind man, I now could see

 

Now I wouldn’t call it love

But caring in the same way

Without any words

She used her mouth

To say what she wanted to say

 

Now it was twenty years ago

But still feels like yesterday

The smell of those old maples

And looking up to watch them sway

Now I have loved some girls

Even got one to marry me

But when she threw me down and went to town

It was nothing like sweet Marie

Yeah, when she threw me down and went to town

Still nothing like sweet Marie

 

The Tooth and The Razor

March 19, 2011

I am the ambassador’s nightmare

I am the hysterical son

I am the elected unofficial

I am the one to outrun

Five times I’ve been caught in the trailer

And five times they have put me in jail

Last time for a look at the savior

Last time you will see me out here

 

I am the impossible sailor

I am the drunkest one

I am the tooth and the razor

I am the beast on the hunt

 

Lie down and commit to a prayer

Reach deep in your pockets for gold

Think hard on the life you were given

Look back at the lies you were told

And I am here to coddle your anger

I am here to answer your call

Think not of me as a fortune of failure

Think of me as justice undone

 

I am the impossible sailor

I am the drunkest one

I am the tooth and the razor

I am the beast on the hunt

 

I am the ambassador’s nightmare

I am the hysterical son

I am the elected unofficial

I am the one to outrun

Five times I’ve been caught in the trailer

And five times they have put me in jail

Last time for a look at the savior

Last time you will see me out here

 

I am the impossible sailor

I am the drunkest one

I am the tooth and the razor

I am the beast on the hunt

 

Ballad of an Asshole

March 19, 2011

I’ve known a lot of horny women in my life

I’ve known a lot of horny women in my life

I’ve known a lot of horny women in my life

None of them as horny as you

 

I’ve known a lot of angry women in my life

I’ve known a lot of angry women in my life

Drop of a hat they’ll drop a knuckle down or two (right on you)

None of them as angry as you

 

I’ve known a lot of jealous women in my life

I’ve known a lot of jealous women in my life

The fits they’d throw would leave me black and blue

None of them as jealous as you

 

I’ve known some good cooking women in my life

I’ve known some good cooking women in my life

Stuff me like a goose and that is true

None of them was a better cook than you

 

I’ve known some big-breasted women in my life

I’ve known some big-breasted women in my life

Some so big I didn’t know what to do

None of them had a sweeter pair than you

 

I’ve known some big-hearted women in my life

I’ve known some big-hearted women in my life

Give so much to others and take so few

None of them had a bigger heart than you

 

I’ve known a lot of horny women in my life

I’ve known a lot of horny women in my life

I’ve known a lot of horny women in my life

None of them as horny as you

None of them was a better cook than you

None of them had a sweeter pair than you

None of them had a bigger heart than you