There are notes inside my head
That dance beside my bed
The Old barn wood is our bed
Candles perch in the night
Standing in the lonesome wind
Stars chime out one by one
And the fire burns
The fire burns
Extinguished
On Life
There’s more to life than
The drawing behind my eyes
There’s more to you than a
Lullaby
And more than my babies cry
There’s more to life than
The stormy zoo and
The rolls of hay that chase you
More and more
I see you there
I see you close your eyes
And watch the drawing come alive
Everyday It Gets A Little Closer
Everyday I sit awake
Everyday I give and take
Everyday I want to die
Everyday I want to fly
Everyday I wave goodbye
I was there and now I’m gone
There is no house in the sun
So I sleep under the grave
Everyday I wipe my eye
Everyday I say goodbye
And I watch the world close it doors open wide
French fries and Onion Rings
i’m standing in two places and the one
1 foot in heaven
The other one is done
I didn’t ask for this dream you thrust upon me
I wanted to be buried where there is no sun
The worm is turning
Where you used to be
I didn’t ask for this dream
You thrust upon me
French fries and lemon rings
I remember everything
Cold River
Cold river by the mine
Where I walk and spend my time
Seeing you standing there
I have to turn away
Pains so real and it’s so
Hard
Never got to say goodbye
Pains so real and it’s so hard
Never got to say goodbye
Along the skies is where I roam
This loneliness is my home
All I ever wanted is now long gone
Except for the cold river that runs
By the mine
1547 Lullaby
When I step out inside of the rain
Black-and-white L train.
Roars down the tracks
Across the heavens in the plains for the white terrain.
But only shadow demons remain
Nobody told me
The road could be so dark
All I see are tears
Nobody told me
The heart could so easily break
A pint, a whiskey and a shot of
Rye
I said hello when she said goodbye
And the last rain fell
In a 1547 lullaby
Nobody told me
The road could be so dark
Nobody told me that it would be my heart
That would break
Not the Same
It’s not the same
Since you’ve left this spaceship of mine
To step out away from time
And what was mine
It’s not the same
When I look across your way
The stars are a little dreary
A Tare, bitter malignancy
All that’s left
Of these old stoked hands
Is smoke curled around my nails
And then she turned
And asked what I was doing
High Collar
There’s a high collar around my neck,
where whiskey used to go
sad song in my heart that you used to know.
Some lovers come and go
But you stayed but you stayed but you stayed
and then goodbye
It’s closing time on this old soul
I think it’s time for me to go
close my eyes against this pain.
My hopes, my sigh
I’ll see you again.
3 AM thoughts of you?
One more last step to do
Close my eyes and crawl to bed
in the morning my dreams will be dead
Cats in the tub
Cats in the tub going rub a dub
Watching me while I poo
“When are you going to finish so I can play?” “Pretty soon”
“I’ll make some noise so you know when
And you can have a good time then”
Maybe
Maybe I am cursed
Maybe I’m under a spell
Maybe I’m drowning at the bottom of the
well
Never ever can I tell
Loved her all the same
Loved her past her shame
Tried to lift her pain
Then I watched it reign
Maybe I am cursed
Maybe I’m under a spell
Maybe I’m drowning at the bottom of the
well
Never ever can I tell
The Borg Poet 