Is it not a wonder
Full world
Empty
Circumstance
I wasn’t ready for this
I wasn’t ready
I wasn’t ready for this
Lust and divisions
On dusty flags
Such lovely playgrounds
So many graves
We can’t make like it’s a victory
We can’t play like rubber man
We can’t see how far it goes…
This endgame … this endgame
We’re coming through the ages
We’re coming through the tempest
We’re coming through the age of alienation
We’re coming through…
We can’t make like it’s a victory
We can’t make play like rubber man
We can’t see how far it goes…
This endgame … this endgame
These luxuries, these luxuries
They’re dinosaurs, they have haunting appeal
Starting small fires
With whatever comes to mind
I’ve been collecting fuel wood
Some kindling
A sunny day drive against the countryside
Trembling through every cliché ever imagined
Dropping little pieces of paper along the way
A trap for the trappers to see and to run from
A photograph of ‘peace’ swept through the theatre of war
Sleeping, drinking in windows forever laughing
Intentions, investments, and insecurities
Against the tallest door in North America
Set aside an afternoon
An evening or two
We can decolonize our picnic
We can free the falls
I’m learning, I am learning, I am learning, I am learning … the ropes
I’m catching up, I’m catching on
But I’m keeping those notes
Yeah, I’m keeping those nonsense notes
Saying thank you
Don’t write, don’t call it a fight
I’m not leaving, I’m already gone
I’m already gone
Don’t write, just call it a night
I’m not leaving, I’ve been gone for a long time
Gone for a long time
Words don’t write our colorful lines
We can’t make amends, we came to an end
Words don’t right our colorful lines
We can’t make amends, we came to an end
Please don’t write, because words don’t right
Show up in the moonlight
The bandits we call our own
The smells and sounds of all of their vices
Have all become so familiar now
See their breath in the vanishing point
Oh, they come in a requiem
The children are all still awake
It’s autumn, but the commons are falling
The commons are falling
The commons are falling
The commons are falling
Resonate, resonate
Through the diamond field
The commons are falling
Can you hear their voices
The commons are falling
Carrying on through the years
The commons are falling
Can you hear their laughter
Resonate, resonate
Through the diamond field
In the iris of the servant
See the heir of this title
In the iris of the domestic
See the endless predecessor
Here pass this along
This crawling patchwork
A broken telephone
Don’t get upset, don’t get down
Don’t get upset, don’t get down
Maintain the rank, maintain the status
Shut up, just shut up, shut up
In the iris, in the iris, in the iris, in the iris
On the corner of silence
Into thin air at Woody Guthrie’s house
Unseeing, clearly vying
For better or for worse
The wild things
Let it be good riddance
At the lake of the harvest
Say goodbye to the Mrs
And climb on top of the setting sun
The wild things
Hit the trail out in the country
Set a fire if you’re lucky
Five hundred miles can’t stop us now
I can’t help it if I fall in love
The wild things
And then the locusts came, and they pulled out their guns
And then the locusts came, and they opened fire
And then the locusts came, and then they started the killing
And then the locusts came, and then they started the killing
They covered every single blade of grass
And they covered every lake, and river and stream
And they covered every ancient forest
And they covered every single mountain and piece of you and me
Walking the thin blue line…
This fragile this fragile progress
Gets earmarked for cutbacks
A glass box, a glass body
That we can both throw our stones at
Pretending we’re not worth the paper we’re written on
Pretending we’re not colonial
Pretending we’re not worth the paper we’re written on
Pretending we’re not …
The haunting appeal of the dinosaurs
The haunting appeal
So low…
The haunting appeal of the dinosaurs
The haunting appeal
I never read those books on that shelf over there
But I never said I would, I’d only look
I never built this bridge over the water
But even if I did, then I would swim
Even when the water gets cold
Even when the rain turns to snow
I will not go
I never left my home with the curtains closed
Found lying in a pile of foolish gold
Like breath on a window and dabbled on signs
A house with no lawn, it’s covered in fog
Even when the water gets cold
Even when the rain turns to snow
Even when the snow to begins to ice
Even when the ice starts to melt
I will not go
And if it hurts too much to look away
Then just watch, and just wait
(c) 2019