When all the pieces fall away
and the precious night covers up the day
Who will sit and pass the time beside us
and hear the stories we kept inside us?
Remember when we walked to the ice house
and drank cold Big Red on the way back?
We went from one island of shade to the other.
Cicadas were the alien army
Van Halen was the soundtrack
Of all the days
in all these ways
those crappy beach chairs
on the porch,
were the thrones from which
we saw our future
Let's play pretend that
all of this means something
even though, the world is going
crazy and people are fighting
over dust and rubble
there's fire in the air and
we can't afford a bucket of chicken
The universal god light is
in the house and seven
angels are yelling "what the fuck!!?"
Let's all duck and cover
outside the pop up fusion food truck
cause this is the last good gig
the rumble of disarray and the ashes of good times
If this is the end times, like old times
I see myself geared up with guns and a scrappy knife
reading all the glowing signs
looking for others clinging to the bitter type of life
it's probably hard to see, but it's more comical than scary
like the Oregon trail, to die from the dirty dysentery
At night my heart
sleepwalks through.
the spidery grass
dead stems rustling
until it finds the
golden square of light
in the garden
outside your bedroom
as you lay reading .
Sometimes, your own
will come through the trellis
and they sit together
but they don't say anything
because they're just organs
or the clumsy metaphors
for our inability to
forgive one another
stupid fucking hearts.
Everything is recorded, nothing is true
We got a hat that's red, and a tie that's blue
jump on the lies and scandals
which is worse, desert storm or Stormy Daniels?
Talk about dope and scream about crime
but a dollar is barely worth a goddam dime
Somebody stole something, and i think it's our time'
Well, true love alters not when alteration finds
like the man said, sometimes you lick up the honey
and don't ask any questions
Someday too soon, we'll just be
old pictures in a junk shop
or a broken bottle in a van
down by the river
I love you in the mountains
I love you in the city
on the sidewalk
on the grass
I love you at the ocean
I love you in the clouds
I hear you sleeping
I see you dreaming
I love you in the country
I love you downtown
In the park
In the traffic
It's all the same
It's all the time
So true
So open
it barely needs
any words.
The milk is expired
You hit a mattress on the highway
you pissed your pants at some point
there's an ugly rash
your dick barely works
you keep getting medical bills
you keep forgetting things
you forgot what you came in here for
you can see clearly all the mess that surrounds you
you talk to everybody about everything
your hands still move like tiny birds
last night, you drove out of your way to keep listening to jazz on the radio...in the rain.
you got to pet some dogs that aren't even yours
your friends still remember you
you made a stranger laugh in the record store
you still remember why you are here.
If you want to be
happy, stop wanting happy
it's the only way
hidden flowers know
what it's like to grow unpicked
they are the best ones
I hold you between
the palms of my chafing hands
I plant you in hope.
