Static sounds
and loading screens
System’s lagging
Count to three

Hey hey hey,
bad signal up here
Give a little more time
I’m getting there

Blinking lights
and reboot signs
‘Fraid the software’s gone, ma’am,
a little haywire

To be a machine,
oh
Binary, binary,
yes or no

But I’ve got a body
and a brain that don’t sync
So strip me for parts, baby
‘cause I doubt I can think

I steal golden apples
From the mouths of the statues of masters
Every night,
I sneak into the garden
Fountains tinkling poems
Rocks whispering symphonies

The sightless eyes of the moon
Track my every breath
Indifferent, uninterested

I bite into my prize
Each sweeter than the last
And I crave,
Crave the fire and ash
That burns my throat when I swallow
That clogs my lungs and eyes

And, the thief I am,
Came crawling back each time
Addicted to the sound of fervour

And every night hear me
Howling at the moon
Every night,
Crumpling into embers and smoke
Baring my soul to a deaf world
Drowning in the sounds of stolen words

Not Here

came across a thought yesterday
   that said i was not here
saw it    don't believe it    no sir no
   i wonder what is real
  
the nations are a figment
   of thought in mind alone
yet here i live in a country
   imagining it my home
  
called a god to witness
   what i thought was truly true
no answer came but clear clear thought
   it's only me and you
   it's only me and you
  
saw a spirit yesterday
   forty years ago
was he heaven   was he hell
   maybe you will know
  
this time i am a breathin
   was this the only one
remember me from long ago
   mother   daughter   son
  
called a lake a river
   called the darkness light
been to hell and back again
   we are the only ones
   we are the only ones

a sky of caring
a rabbit foot on a chain

two 6 packs
3 friends

take me back to the river
by the railroad tracks

and shelly
and keats
and junior kimbrough

take me back
to the river by the railroad tracks

and the flat pennies we held
in the palms of our hearts


fall
is a forgiving season

so take me back to the river by the tracks

where the river runs
deep
and wide
and the memories have souls