know
YOU KNOW YOU SHOULDN’T STAY THE SAME
BACKTRACK IF YOU NEED TO
JUST DON’T REMAIN
mountain man
GARNER YOUR HEALING
ALL OF YOUR BLEEDING
AND FOLLOW PATTERNS IN THE SUN
wash
WHAT OF NATURE THEN
IF LIFE BORNE OF DEATH LET MYSTERY END
WHAT LOVE HAVE I YET TO RECEIVE
(bits)
how often you go to sleep, now
and do you see
do you see
just a ceiling
be irrational
be irrational
(it’s just me, darling)
oh, quit catchin’ up
a garden grows in season
well we find time don’t we
to call on
and be irrational
be irrational
MAN, i was frantic
i can see from here
we’re discontent
have a little fear
tell yourself the things you need to hear
you know, you shouldn’t stay the same
backtrack if you need to, just don’t remain
man, it’s been a real long summer
i, who MADE
THE MOUNTAIN
bleeding into lakes
God, a prairie makes
fertile flush
rivers gush
and soon a mountain rises
bleeding into lakes
little luck
say you’re lucky
but
uncertainly
say you’re lost
but you love
enough,
enough to keep clean
illusion, please comfort me,
satisfy everything,
i can live peacefully
if you curtain the window
that i had flung carelessly
on the day i was sure
that i had seen everything
plainly in front of me
heaven and hell were divided
unevenly
but there i saw certainty
standing across the street
crossing was heresy
‘if only’, i told myself,
‘i hadn’t seen anything.
the curtain i’d drawn
were a wall to stay stuck between’
sure, i’d lose purpose
and with it gain apathy
but apposed to uncertainty
purposeless living is
sort of like being free
where heaven and hell
are divided by you and me
needs, a garden of needs
insecurities; the eaters
live with me among my weeds
or redefine my features
all i am is here with me
all my deeds and futures
forget me not i rose to plead
uproot my paths and futures
1/3
flick another cigarette out of your window
like an ornament
the city, a prince,
detests and pretends and sighs
/this is what i am now isn’t it/
2/3
god, this is what i am now isn’t it
a boulevardier,
just another star in the sky,
i, this great city,
am a cactus planted in the median of an interstate
3/3
LA, a miracle
an oasis
a paradise lost
and rediscovered
LA, i need you
unreasonably
and now i feel lost
and undiscovered
CHRIST / Christmas Songs
b r o t h e r
in your new shoes
you
practice singing songs
at the piano bench
she was with you
too
in her new shoes
and she sang along
Father, my dear
hear
blessings in a song
as they call your name
beckoning you near
here
keep them in your arms
and as i write a poem
i hear you sing
i hear you laugh
so i write it down
in my new shoes
in my own time
and if you hear me now
sing her a song
give Him your prayer
rest in His arms
blessings ………. no. 1
rest in my arms ………. no, 2
brother ………. no. 3
