It slips down in the water
Saps your energy
makes one think life has no point
It was drunken to sustain
To kill thirst
It makes one thristier than ever
More stupid and sentimental
So lost, the world is a dizzy place
Do these words give any more grip
On this place I'm slipping away from
Who I want to be
What I want to pursue
They are crushing questions
I wish they could go back to being empty
But feeling is a quality
The insensitive are cursed
Healing through these cloudless days
Back to the reality routine
calm constructing
Blue sky such medicine
The angle of the sun
hitting the window, entering
The whispy remains above
little marks of winter holding on
Abrasive UV ray cleansing
I feel the staggering pull of the future
Inside the space of the sky
shaping into those grand ideas
Sunrise dance for me
Will I ever love beyond the limits
To know myself and stand in love
Can I walk there, will I walk alone
This meadow a sanctuary
A garden forever
Watch it rise up morning golden
Blossom whisper in my quaking heart
Across the thoughts of the day, graceful, easy
Sunrise dances inside my spirit
Performing the morning itself
Singing gentle harmony I give thanks
Brushing across the living garden
Pouring daydreams into love the world craves
I simply paint the way with too many words
Drawing laughter and embrace
I am cherished I grow and grow
A world fully wonderful
Dancing forward to exist purely at day
Spinning toward time's gentle care
Pushing it to yesterday's first shimmer of light
When the melody slowly formed
In the presence of the sun
A garden in forever
A blossom step, lips kissed, heart fed
Ghost dance for me
For noone else will
This ground has become a realm
A floor in infinity
Watch it sparkle midnight mild
Phantom scratch
Across the floor graceful
Wooden and dusty
Haunted and heavy
The ghost dances up my spine
And across the dawn
howling with the silent chorus
Scratching across the wooden floor
Pouring noightmares out into the weary world
I see it move side to side
Drawing shadows that whine and collide
I am bewitched
A world fully supernatural
Dancing backward to exist purely at night
Spinning back in time's loose embrace
Pushing it back to yesterday's last flicker of light
When the music slowly formed
In the absence of the sun
A floor in infinity
A phantom step
The dog drove us all over the lowlands of the city
Sour tangerines, algae covered concrete slabs along unpleased frowning open sewers
Roadworks men potbelly and low roller gut making the shovel lean look healthy
My dog's foot reaches the clutch and changes gear
He slowly turned down side street that led out of town.
The most patient animal in the world.
No exits, but that's just life.
Road cones in the middle of the orad and half eaten sandwiches on the dash.
We coasted into an intersection.
Soon we'd be home.
Three of us there were
sat in handcuffs
Cops had just left us there
beside the broken lorry
The neighborhood street-
was bathed in a succulent dusk to savor
Streetlights still didn't outshine-
the remnants of a sunset
Cool purple reds and blues
Evening's temperature coming down
A large plump pale woman in a swim suit
Explained how me and two others had robbed her neighbor
We looked out from the broken lorry trying to look innocent
Pale blue dusklight, we were waiting to be taken away
But it went on like an outdoor tribunal
The large woman then started telling the police we were saints
Without warning the large woman stood on an inflattable raft
And slid off down the stream that was forming over the perfect grass.
We were let off and given a ride back to our home
Where our parents scolded and withheld pudding
Optimism moving forward
Tax and smiles
Smacked across the face
Buck yourself up
Beg to grin not permitted
To take the edge off
Life gets too serious
A smile makes me think
World full of opposition
Those adversaries I created myself
People put in their place
Optimism moving up
Looking back at a strange angle
Not knowing you at all
Imagining I know you by heart
Your underlying disgust
Me? Not fitting into this world
Sticking out like a sore thumb
looking a few seconds too long
A strange foreigner he is...
And yet that smidgeon of curiosity
