Two Tides

How I’m caught between a song

Firing away at a distant target

Find the diamond in the sand

Beginning to believe

Finding is always a test of luck

Here I felt rich for a moment or two

Stroking your words, your desires

I set my mind on fire in the honor of your name

Nothing has changed except the direction in the wind

A boat stuck between two tides

Telling myself this is going somewhere

But the scenery never changed and your name

Unraveled my under garments enough to enjoy the waves

Trying to remain calm, restless tonight, it’s going to explode

The shape of the moon paints “I told you so”

And this shape is less than artistic

I’ve seen this shape before, a remake of something old, not adored

Washed ashore, it reflects tonight in the black of the skies

I feel it coming on, whispering, crawling to the surface

Where it should have been before I said that tiny abstract in the truth

No diamond could have been shinier than you

In my mind I made every star in the sky jealous

That on this bitty planet, in my bitty hand

I held the brightest star the Universe could stand

And I was in your mind the simple cure for the flu

Not enough to stop you from coughing but it’ll do

It’ll do everything you expected it to do, and I did

Two tides got me thinking, thinking I’ve go so many places to drift

So many places to know I exist, because this star I hold

Will be shinier in some other place

Keep a steady pace, a smiling face

Two tides whisper, through the surface of the shore

Leave to find more.

The Silent Mechanic

A Calling to American Culture

Go on and build those dreams with every breath you have left and take each step as if the crust would suck you down in. Listen to the songs of the angels we made up as children who taught us to rhyme with riddles and laugh with the well-needed jokes left in the smoky skies that were waving good-bye. 

Go on and build all of those mini-malls full of useless novelty when really we die with the regrets of never having a life at all. No monument for your success, no shiny new watch can tell you when it is your time to go. but they will dance to the electronic music machine like the dead will rise again, meanwhile plant those seeds that gave you the vitamins you desired. Aren’t you tired?

Go on and wave those guns in the sky through the polluted pride guided by a simple marching band that cleverly misguides our hearts to and through war. Go on and wave those flags of filthy polyester and claim the name that claims to be so divine, so divine, so full of freedom and swine. What a farm we live upon, a concrete farm and we are missing the best part of it all.

Go on and become the cover of every magazine in the isle of every commercial building full of the cheapest self fulfillment. Swipe that plastic fortune and be proud of yourself for that embossed name you got there. oh, you must feel so accomplished, so independent, so in control but no, no no no, you’ve sold your soul unintentionally long ago to prove to the world you could grow up and drown yourself in the debt that only exists in our mind like heaven exists to those scared of dieing.

Go on and fill your mouth with sneaky insults and alcohol to escape the dreams you were too weak to create. God must have thought twice. One was a great idea the second was of the mistake of making himself known long long ago. Who would have thought the light was so easy to take? A miracle cure of an illness that reflects in every reflective object. We are everything we love, we are everything we hate, we are everything life and death creates. Go on and disbelieve me and diagnose me with every psychological disability, but I know what it means to be free, to be truly free.

So go on and take it, then leave it. Let the artificial success spit down the throats of your children and their children and mold those brains into tiny machines to trust that politics know best as they put tax on each breath. Go on and call me crazy, they’ve swallowed all of the halos we had left. they promise a better future, they dance in the nicest weather, but how do you put confidence on a structure built in total silence? blindness? a superficial gesture that gathers the pastures into the electrical fence when the storm peaks over the hills, swallow those pills children and begin to write the nursery rhymes your DNA will carry on. Go on, go on, go on…go where you are lead.

Nay! Nor! Neck!

There was a girl, Is a girl, will be a girl whom will swallow the silky sheets that comfort your sun-kissed skin.

Taste me tasting within.

Follow the sounds of harp strings, it is much like the rain in a garden.

Take the sun home tonight, show it a good time.

Come to me in the morning,

I will plant your skin and build a fence to protect it.