In Your Mind

In Your Mind

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It’s four in the morning

Please don’t make me write

I’ve been spinning spectacular tunes since noon

And my eyes are done

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I cannot resist your whispers

Even the woman tells me so

The scent of fallow candle’s path

A rabbit hole’s plunge

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How I beg

For darkness and a hidden silence

That trio of cats always staring

But I am yours

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The deal at the crossroads

A fair shake for sanity

The stars I see now

Alight on my fingers

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I must sleep before dawn

Please release me

Or do quickly as you will with my breath

My hands, my blood

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Just know that the tears are gone

My tissue, my blanket, my friend

Join me in dreams, let me sleep

Those snow covered cherry blossoms?

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Are all in your mind

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Hold My Hand

Hold My Hand

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As beads of dew fall

Unnoticed from the plumes of loons

I wish your breath was as light as mine

Seeing this torrent passing you as air

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I can hold your moon’s light

I can fill you with my wishes

But sun will always fade flowers

If they forget to sing

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A trumpet breaks

As I surpass the horizon

And kiss the sleep

Only your eyes will know

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My hands more than phantom

Held the sighs your tears have yet to bear

Caressed my own tenderloins

When every other sauce was out of season

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My dreams will hold you

Watch you fly

Make your bed

And pray my house is enough

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Your house

Where I sleep as you twirl

A splash of glowing cats

Somehow break dancing the future

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I’ve got you

And not ’cause you’re hooked

Because you released me

Hold my hand in the rain

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God Bless

God Bless

As weathered hands in candle light

Do fumble finding fountain pens

Though not a drop of liquor is spilled, then refreshed

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And rolling tires remind my ringing ears

Of their constant…

That they hiss in the rain

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My windows allow in much more than fog

Blasting salsa, gunshots and groans

Dawn, breezes, bell tower’s moans

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And thunder, pounding, thunder

Though the rain on the rooftop, will never fill this glass

And I no longer want it to…

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Drips are as torrents

In the desert…

And I owe those mists my life

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Winged the effect of butterflies

Of grains falling in an hour glass

What folly, we see in our eyes as more

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Though I could tell you of more

If I could yet speak of such

And if my lips could kiss your mind with stars

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You would still be as I see you

Curled in pillows of cat fur and moonlight

Purrrloining the facts of books

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It’s in the stillness of the tails we share

The paws in the eye of the storm dancing

The Chi in the meow of chaos

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For Cloistered BBQ’ed Shrimps

And this Tapestry of Jalapeno Sighs

For Illuminating My Pineapple Pizzas…

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God Bless You

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The Way Home

The Way Home

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Charred and blackened, golden browned

The roux calls to heat for a dance

A shuffle through flaming fantasy

An agony of ghost pepper fried surrender

To the cries of smothered coals singing

In echoes of steam whistle song

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The voice of gravel crows

A swoop of graphite wings

To slice your eyes impale

My old throat dry stings

Hot fingers, covered in sauce

Slip my ice waters to see

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I taste it on the wind, but still

I don’t know the way back home

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Power up the rusted strings

Shine the horns in champagne and tears

Drum like St. Peter’s dancing

In a fiddle off with Scratch

The gates will bow; unfurl

When you bend to the light and the pearls

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Dancin’ in a dry dock, talkin’ to myself

With more holes in the water than boat

More dreams than peelin’ paint portraits reveal

Those brown bags and broken bottles?

Still don’t know the way back home

Shave this beard, light a smoke, pray

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And lay my head on a stone

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Life

Life

Dapples glint on dirty ice cubes

Survivors yet melting in a goblet

As cats warm my lap in the sun

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It’s quiet times

On the front porch early

Lizards tap and yawn…

Blinking at humming bird song

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A car rolls by

Kids appear, the stores open

The air is perfect…

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Waiting for you in the morning

Time slows down in the shade

Smoking one more to perfection

As my wrinkles fade…

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In my dreams

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As YOU dream…

Adrift on the morning’s air and shear curtains

On the breath of amethyst, in an emerald’s glowing

In the sowing of fields that swirl to black and back

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(muffled cat attack) 2,3,4

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(Shrieks) from behind the bedroom door

A smile blooms wide, as my lips pray

To hear those sweet moans coming

To sweep these kittens away…

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Coffee???

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*yes*

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Now WE can play

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I Babysit the Cat Litter

I Babysit the Cat Litter

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As I speak to you…

Cat shit and banana peels waft

In a bran muffin of ammonia

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I’d have it no other way

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That damned kitten is so cute

As he gnaws my big toe

And I launch him off the bed

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THANK GOD THERE’S ANOTHER!

To give him the chewing he deserves

as the old one sleeps…

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It rained cats in Red Stick

A plurality of pussies

Sauntered through the door

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And I gave in

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The Last Poem

The Last Poem

I would not want the last poem I wrote

To be about fear and regret

I wouldn’t want the last poem I wrote

To be about loss, about death

The last song that I sing

Steal the last of my breath…

When it’s all about love, love, love

It’s all about love

That’s all

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I Still Remember

Too much TV and heat, I’ll just leave this song here…

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I Still Remember

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How could I forget

All the broken bulbs

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That somehow lit us yet

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Like a billion dollars worth of heroin

Floating gently to the floor

A billion dollars worth of heroin

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The black side of the red door

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I’ve lived sincerely

Held our babies dearly

How many grand kids can you name

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Things best forgotten

Lay festered and rotten

Wake me in my sleep

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Every night the floor boards creak

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I still remember

My breath growing tight

Dreaming there was more

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Come the morning light

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You’re a billion dollars worth of heroin

A billion dollars a day

Floating on the floor

Wishing there was more

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In the morning light

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A Little Bit Bent

A little Bit Bent

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And the day rolled up hot as butter

All runny like you could barely sop it with a biscuit

So I splashed that coffee in my cigarettes

And hit the road with nothing but a bandanna

Between me and the risin’ blaze

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Multi-taskin’

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Smokin’ and jokin’ wise

Slappin’ pockets for a match

Gimme me all I can take, Mr. Blue

I’m right here beside you

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My Daddy walked this road, on into the light

Me skippin’ along, with my tiny brown shoes

And holding those tobacco stained hands

As he tore at his buttons, in the ditch

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Mamma flew off from here too

In the ultimate of switchin’s

When that old Mule finally got tired

Of being treated like an Ass

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Ya, I been here before

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But today, I’m all shiny, aflame and more

Singin’ and swimmin’ upstream at sunrise

Aglow in the wind like sugar cane eyes

A little bit bent…

But sweet to the core

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Into the Ground

Into the Ground

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It’s the little things

Till she stops breathing

And the junkie’s eyes

Are too blind to see…

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She reached for the honey, in her mother’s tears

As shadows of bees laced her face

Ravens cried out

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Nevermore; that, Belle told

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Of the grasses so green

And the air too true blue,

The sun, it was silent, the moon made no sound

As that simple box slid so easily

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On into the ground

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For it was the little things

Till she stopped breathing

And the junkie’s eyes

Were too blind to see

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