There’s So Much Talk Of Being Wild

There’s so much talk of being wild Like there’s a constant harness holding us back But its just an illusion for others to see You’re choosing to embrace all that you lack These false pretenses are keeping you low Images of a manicured life on your social media feed Spending your days adjusting other’s perceptions

Rubbing Their Fingers Over The Stereo Knob

Rubbing their fingers over the stereo knobThe frequencies distorted on the airwavesKings of the new world & thus apocalypticSearching for something more pragmatic to crave These technocrats with no concept of realityTasking – without offering an alternate fateDemanding citizens for homages to be digitalWith no power to control – or else we attenuate Words of

Sitting At The Windowsill

Sitting at the windowsillFingers stained by my inkFace red & tranquilly humbledCold & tumbled; too frozen to thinkThe nights are dropping tempsI’ll need to do everything to keep warmThough I’m unwrapping each layerEagerly embracing your gracious formLife is a fine chance to love youTrading kisses as I adjust your weary crownTelling stories of our younger

Stepping Out Into The Light

  Stepping out into the light My eyes can’t adjust to the sunshine Night left me with nary a sleep Stumblin’ home to all that’s still mine Life comes at you hard & fast on the inside Wondering when the pitches stopped comin’ in underhand Won’t wallow in misery nor memory of elsewhere’s joy These

Tom Waits

  “If you’re in the middle of the ocean, with no flippers and no life preserver and you hear a helicopter, this is music. You have to adjust to your needs at the moment.” – Tom Waits