Monthly Archives: March 2014

good evening, all out of sorts

hey there by the record player
put on something else
find me surfing internets
for anything to sell
listening to wilco
or okkervil river
seems like it’s all ending
with nothing to give
speaking of prayers
or maybe i wasn’t even
over the years
i’ve been sinking into my own skin
and over and over again

good evening, all lovely

love is what it was
back when the drugs
lifted you upon the angel’s wings
and now i’m done
with girls all drunk
i’m looking for a woman who sings songs about her darkness
weeling, wasted, too true to talk shit
and over present passion
she’s a rebel
and i’m lost

you’re young
and i’m aging
you’re something
i’ve been waiting for
too talkative to tease the lights
at the on/off switch
your life was caught sifting
no lies, just lifting
hearts upon a dagger made of flint
with its sparks, contain me

and now i’m having second thoughts about using you
i’m half in the bag, criss-crossing through
the names in my telephone
who could be called
who would be alone
right now i’m thinking no one’s there
on the other end with a poison stare
i can’t look
there’s no one here
to catch me falling

good evening, all youthful indiscretion

three rides before nightfall
your side is so out of it
helping me up to my feet to stand
and now i’m having
two ways to go forward
today is just horrid
you and i were never ones to quit
so smoke away
but i cannot dance when there’s no new music on
it’s just a swaying of your arms and legs

goodbye to your morning
so cried but reforming
moms and dads are auctioning your stuff
without your knowledge
so screw the faders
turn the music up for later
it’s a bang of how you made
yourself into the tides at dawn
you’re so casually remaking your
history’s so uneven
brace yourself for impact
i am someone
you’ve left unpacked

but i can’t be someone
you are holding onto
it’s just a pattern you can’t trace enough
so clothes are all wrecked
and you could be the patter on the radio
oh, you could never go back there

good afternoon, all precocious

have you seen the mockingbird
singing on the limb
of trees growing dark and thin?
yes, and have you heard
of people casting off-
into dimly lit facades-
their wanting for a god?
yes, and have you seen the mockingbird?

have you been around
for night’s disposing green
of envied storms and lightning streaks?
oh, have you heard the sound
of the splashing midday;
loud amidst the breeze?
oh, have you seen…

yes, and have you been thinking?