Riding the winds of the hurricane
Knowing we’re going to lose power
Stacking the ends of loose leaf paper
Don’t know the time/ don’t know the hour
Pouring a drink, settling in this night
Toast the storm, this one’s going to be a fighter
But when all is said & done
Imagination is how I fuel my typewriter
Welcome the heat Sunshine reigning down Everyone loses clothing Summer finally around Ice cold drink clinks Leaning into my relaxing smile Allowing for a subtle tan Get used to it, gonna be awhile
Still sleeping on the edge Your side is far too cold The house feels empty Without you here to hold Never washed your lipstick Off the wine glass at the table I can’t lose everything I have Missing you makes me unstable
Rubbing their fingers over the stereo knob The frequencies distorted on the airwaves Kings of the new world & thus apocalyptic Searching for something more pragmatic to crave
These technocrats with no concept of reality Tasking – without offering an alternate fate Demanding citizens for homages to be digital With no power to control – or else we attenuate
Words of peace have the chance to amplify Even when we’re feeling out of time/out of sync Don’t need their fiber optic lies to survive A blind man loses all when forced to blink
Tapping into a passion without any circuits Our transistors are live; we’re lovers thus discrete There’s no stopping us when their signal’s weak There’s nothing but fire & sparks when our wires meet
This life is forever altered now we’re here Do not attempt to adjust the squelch You’re listening to Radio Free America Standing proud & robust like Raquel Welch
The twinkling of stars at night Dispatched souls with nothing to lose Our lost matchbook fantasies Dwindling into aging suburban blues Not fond of Covid nor the Spanish Flu I’d rather have some Spanish Fly Mix it in my cup, “yo baby, what’s up?” I’m still that awkward ass, abnormative guy Fading time to time into darkness But I try to emerge into the light these days A bounce in my step/mischief in my eye Growing younger in spirit despite all these grays
I saw the sparkle in your eyes Knowing you the way I do I hurried to put the girls in bed Desiring quality time with you Losing my shirt on my way Growing excited with only thought Tonight I’m about to be your prey I’m trying to easily get caught
This is a game we can’t lose
& I’m very good at taking cues
A reflexive wink or a low moan
Demanding a perfection we hone
Bliss comes in any position we choose