You Speak Of The Boatman

You speak of the boatmanBut you’ve never been downTo where the river meets the sea We seek out a forgotten sparkBut you never cared for othersThe blinding discord of tranquility

III. Even The Poor

Even the poor can spirit an uprising
Don’t speak to me of your pragmatic lever
I’m not going to buy into your propaganda
Never a card-carrying member, nor true believer

Pouring A Tall Wine In The Fine Crystal

Pouring a tall wine in the fine crystalThe fancy stuff from our Wedding dayLeaving behind clothing as we speakYour look disregards anything I have to say My eyes are up here, my beautiful BridePlease focus on my charm & witI can tell you only desire one thingBut first lady, you’re going to have to submit

What Do I Do With My Words

What do I do with my words How do I contain when they start to leak Like the Little Dutch Boy Who’s listening when I start to speak But I can’t worry about the audience I’ve got to keep playing my own tune The steady groover with the proper notes When it comes to our

If You Met Me In Person

If you met me in personYou’d think I was an uninteresting guyThat I had no personalityBut the truth is I can be painfully shyBut if you let my words speakI can flourish & blossom before your eyesThere might be something worthyIf only you can wait for the surprise

The Carcasses Of Inspiration

  The carcasses of inspiration Wine glasses with Burgundy residue Speaking to late nights & early mornings Scribbles in the margin on the follow through Feeling parched as I wake Noticing your lipstick stains Upon the rim of the glass Reminding me of the dreams that remain Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds Searching for

I Can’t Speak To You With An Unbuttoned Blouse

I can’t speak to you with an unbuttoned blouseI can’t stop dreaming about what might beMy eyes drift as I’m quiet as a mouseI can’t help but objectify all that I seeI’m trying to be your gentleman callerMy purpose was to be on an even levelBut you have me squirming a little tallerFalling for you

You Didn’t Sell Out, You Bought In

You didn’t sell out, you bought inAt least that’s what you regurgitateBut you, yourself, are a cog in the machineGrinding out this state sponsored hateYou speak of crying in the streetsHeartbroken your flavor of evil didn’t winBut it’s a system of corruption throughoutWith each career politician speaking the sinWhere did all our heroes & leaders

Picking Out Tunes From A Lost Childhood

Picking out tunes from a lost childhood Icons from an isolated life; memories fleeting Can’t keep track of my overblown tragedies My own imagination responsible for these beatings My past is a weight, tugging at my fragile soul Written missives, but she flew off to Ontario Shunning my offerings for a comprehensive life I speak