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Do they make you feel less?
Overwhelmed and unimpressed
like being anywhere else would have
you feeling overdressed?
We always know the problem
but never how to solve them.
We offer salutations which
just form another problem—
When you’re left feeling more
like love’s less than a chore,
the answer’s in the subtlety
as subtle as before—
We always play along
like life’s a lonely song.
You’re singing to a choir if
what feels right is wrong.
What’s the point in asking the question
If your voice is already defeated
I’d go blind just trying to see it
You know everyone is trying to beat it—
If there’s pain then that means there’s a reason
If there’s truth then it’s hard to believe in
Still it’s hard not to relive this feeling
Where everyone everyone’s stealing—
It’s like selling your grief for a grievance
Why the hell would you even break even
Doing all we could to deceive them
It’s all wasted time wasting time healing—
It’s like playing pretend dressed in your skin
Or saying the pledge of allegiance
When there’s no one to please or believe in
It only matters as much as you mean it
Well I think that I just fell in love
I’m as sure as the stars up above
It happened here in Sedona
I watch the red rocks and the sun
Paints your skin oh Olive I love
Your warm bright eyes Hallelujah
I think the sun and the moon have aligned
And in a total eclipse we do shine
And when you call me yours I believe you
Now this is true love to complete you
Well I think that I just fell in love
It happened again in Cassadaga
We heard the tires scream help me my god
Then you held his hand call 911
And like an angel you gave him your love
I watched you calm his breath Hallelujah
I think the sun and the moon have aligned
And in a total eclipse we do shine
And when you call me yours I believe you
Now this is true love to complete you
I like to sit, in long
Wakes of silence
And write cowboy songs
For drunks and dreamers
Who know better
And are better—
Who are better off alone.
Sitting in this hotel room, waiting for the sun to rise.
Looking out across Portales, there’s not a single star in the sky.
I don’t know if she’s thinking of me, but I know I’m thinking of her.
All the times we never got it straight, all the times I didn’t put her first.
Sitting in this hotel room, tried but couldn’t fall asleep.
Spent all of my cash on Johnny, cause he’s a better man than me.
I don’t know if she’s thinking of me, but I know I’m thinking of her.
All the times we never got it straight, all the times I didn’t put her first.
It’s a long drive West.
And I’m on my own.
She said do your best.
Know you’re not alone.
Sitting in this hotel room, wondering if I made a mistake.
Gotta find what I’ve been missing, and bring it back to her to keep.
Only in the slightest
Contradictions find us
Taking a piss in the back of a waiting
Rudimentary silence
Little acts of violence
Testing the waters like leaving the bathtub
Full of standing water
Babies left to wander
Dipping our beaks in a pool not so shallow
Now—
Actions without reason
God I’ve got this feeling
Down like the old folks whose tennis balls are wearing out
Obligations find us
Contradictions bind us
Tight like a truckers hitch secured to nothin but
Ourselves if we’re willing
To hold someone who’s willing
To kick the creator for all the stupid shit we’ve been through
Now—
Everybody wants their own way
Standing on clouds there’s no reason to shout out loud
When everybody gets their own way
I can guarantee somebody won’t be pleased (laugh out loud)
Now that everyone’s
Happily Ever After
I’ll close this Fairy Tale
Grimm—
whose endings never fail—
climbing locks of gold
to a window made of stone
willing to trust fall
blindly and be done—
listening for tears
to help me see again.
Nobody seems to notice the homeless
Except the little girl
Piggy backing her fathers shoulder
Slouching, down Hollywood Boulevard
She seemed relatable
like a French new wave film—
Her hair was tangled by
the absence of the thrill—
My mind fell blind in the dark
each movement felt removed
In black and white it all looks like
some senseless noir doom.
Descending ladders with a
backwards forward view—
Replaced reminders taken
for some other you—
She stepped calm in the light
another foreign move
In black and white it all seems like
you just might make it through.
Now there’s a towel on the floor
white as a dove
Transcending shadows as if
orders from above
The clock just turns and spins
a spiral of what’s lost
In black and white it all feels like
we’re dying to be caught.
In black and white it all looks like
there’s nothing to turn off.
A couple days of patience
and a miners rest, she’s
Sleeping like a baby
in her Sunday’s best, I
didn’t wake her up
I was too forlorn, but
That’s what you get for being born—
I was taking out the trash
like the other weak, with
The temper of a mime
I began to speak, when
She woke she’d a fever
and a thousand words, I
Guess I’d spoken them all before—
Must be something in the water
cause I’m overboard, with
The seaweed and the starfish
dried out on the shore, it’s
Nothing I would suggest
drowning in a well, it’s
Just a way to be by yourself—
She dreamt of her family
from the outer space, and
Gave me a healing
full of peace and grace, but
I took it for granted
like most lovers do, it’s
Loud as hell in this quiet room—
Words form a meaning
if you spin them right, it’s
Like turning hay to gold
if it’ll save your life, so
Leave the baby in the basket
wrapped by your front door, it’s
The price you pay for being born—
Words Of An Average White Male 