The white lie in the great, big, beautiful thought

lost at sea

fragile passing moment

Fragile passing moment
I am thee
the water and sand in her bucket
the face that becomes
the inside stretched out

over this passing beautiful love for you
this gift and fragment
this open wound
all the pain of now
out there screaming
for god

soft music
bequeath me another morning
with them
my respite
my paradise
my creation
fragile and unknown
perhaps taken away
tomorrow

another simple day
of the glorious boring
the normal balance and shuffle
of the space
and the peace
between my empty eyes

this beautiful dog
a window of glass
a hot cup for thinking
surrounded by plants
in control of the world

bequeath me another day
with their love
and wonder
eyes of mystery
lost in the busy movement
pianos driving through fire
the shore emptied of cars

pictures torn and remembered
tears of days
common and basic
hidden with diamonds
in the candle flame
and infinite abyss
shining with lovely
colors

an era of death
swirling through the printed words
screens pumping out sublime
destruction
awe at the madness
awe at what we have become
without
without the soul of the world
the ocean in the mind
the heart and eyes of the children
we all are

we never lost a thing
really
and everything is in its
place
we just can't see it

bequeath me
a clean shower
a new shirt
bacon
my wood stove
and some rain

oh my lovely fragile passing moment
oh how I love thee

Indian day, remember

F/G/E/Am
Highway sign down the road of imminent doom
I can see your beautiful eyes fallin like the flowers in my room
Oh, father above me, father of the dry windy mountain
The time has come for death to take thee back again

Queequeg in his coffin

Structures from silence

Diamond footnotes flying off my cherished finger 

to your lips, your anchor, your constant balance and salt

Dream mothers holding together the world
holding back the glare and the shine and the scissors of the days sun
They are always there watching, the dead
some real, some invisible tissue and cards

The road snaps back, twisted and sullen
dead flowers, beautiful in the sun
floating and drying and turning back to dust, to our earth

We awaken in cars for questions and lovely people
and sound scattered life raging for
too much light, too much light and all so fragile
and holding together our shared world
like dirt for the root and the nest of the mother dove

So I gave the guy a buck
and she is always there on that one corner
like an old photo, skinny, wrinkled, dried out
squatting with the last of the cigarettes
dangling out of her mouth above the cardboard sign
& dreaming of the lottery
just like me

And the wind blew over the inhuman street clogged
with bored drivers and the leaves fell and the lights changed
and the dry dry sky capped her hand in the thunder
and lifted the spirit from under her hair.
A man in a truck came to a stop and opened his window.
A think clunk of paper wrapped by a rubber band flew out
and landed on the hard sidewalk. She got up with the pain,
blue eyes boring into the brick of money, every bill a one hundred.
The clouds were grey, the sky was in blue patches,
the distant mountains sent wind to kiss her cheeks
and gently wrap her white old hair around her face.
She looked at the truck as it slowly drove away,
becoming like all the others.
She picked up her stuff, left the sign,
and walked slowly down the street.

unbearable dark chain of golden fire

Friendly morning car crash

food in the keyboard
cold enough for a fire

she woke up the little one
like an old mother

I put her shoes on and listened
walked the dog to the bus

insufficient funds
but he gave me the coffee
anyway

then past the black houses
where nothing ever happens

car crash in front of my house
gave my nice neighbor a hug
broke my own rule

bob dylan on the stereo
for like ten years straight

posted my lonely paintings
wrong city for this career

forgot about suicide and lust
for at least ten minutes

try to hit the mark if you can
might as well be honest

talking to ghosts
mysteries in the wind

glass and fiberglass and plastic
being swept up by firemen
in the storm

On to the bank
ought to let go of the dream,
but I won't, will I?

agony

Rising out of the ashes

squashed, washed out, and vapid deterioration
what is the point anyway?
why try?
the hills have rain tonight
piano keys and notes falling in waves
like water stars smiling down at me
the sky is dark and muddy
dark stained wood with plants on top
cats, a fucked up dog
the home is happy and peaceful
awash in music
solid mountain rock

old age, disease , death, and suffering
and it is the same
the moon shines on the water
the baby stares at it
the old lady wonders
if anything matters
photos show the changes we can't see
no good at all
look away or don't even look
the screen has a prisoner
you too, huh?

(can't believe what I know
what I saw on the damned news
goddamned psycho world)

and tells us the abominable
broken thoughts
no words
hide it from the kids
no one should know all this stuff
what good is it
no good at all

food in the fridge
no one to be, not competing with any of you
you win, ok?
my little stash is the smallest
and I really don't care
old age, disease and death
this moment

and then comes your turn
so do it with dignity and love
why not?

A model of a future house

wet foot rain drum, lean against the wall

Hozho and the wordless unknown

Fragment of a Sky

FRAGMENT OF A SKY                                        

White skies and the shadows that are left undone
The silent star is spinning, and she's sleeping with the old one
I see your hills of glory, bleeding out hate and blood
I am laying here inside the tree, dreaming and drowning in the free

It’s like strawblood to the fire, and the gods of the wavering sea

Nothing passes on that ain’t been here, and gone through life before me

So bring me a cup of full moon, and throw it down here on my floor

Yeah I’m standing in them light beams, there’s no darkness and there’s no door

Water the word my lover, with your red (swastika) kiss

And leave the temple of your head, to lay down with me in sweet bliss

Oh let me live here forever now, in this white cold virgin snow

With the queen of the damned, the sky and this old mountain road

CHORUS  

Yeah I’m a fragment of the sky and to you I testify 

I was born on stolen land, broken wings left dying in my hand

I’m a fragment of the sky and to you, this I testify 

I ain’t got nothing in this life, please accept these tears running from my eyes 

VERSE

Yeah I ride these shadows back here, from the river made of death

Into the cave I bring the light, back out of my old head
and its shining a ring like water, from the diamond inside my mind

And love I’m watching you all lonely, from this my eternal night

Nothing passes on that ain’t been here and gone right through the blues

So bring me your full moon and shine it here on my noose

Oh grotesque and putrid life, I am so sick of you

I’m gonna disappear like bliss, into this avalanche room

Yeah their selling wolf tickets, from pillar to post

And I’m shaking rattle bones, making sure you know my woes

Cause I keep seeing all these stars, there falling into the red

So I’m gonna raise up their devil, and feed him the host

CHORUS  

Yeah I’m a fragment of the sky and to you I testify 

I was born on stolen land, broken wings left dying in my hand

I’m a fragment of the sky and to you, this I testify

I ain’t got nothing in this life, please accept these tears running from my eyes

VERSE

I see a dead white bird, with cages on her skin

And I ask her is there any reason, for me to plug in

Flying in the long lost kitchen, of song and great joy

Is there any reason not to come back, and just do it all again?

Well they built these mighty cities, from feathers and coal           

Distinguished from the people, that kept them in their roles

So to this and to that, I’ll just give you my white bird

To answer like glass, and drop you in the dumbed out world

I water the word lover, and watch the green plants grow

Buy dirt for the raven, and dresses for the girls

I got pages of earth, and a colored medicine show

And all is wearing the whip of time, glowing down below

CHORUS  

Yeah I’m a fragment of the sky and to you I testify 

I was born on stolen land, broken wings left dying in my hand

I’m a fragment of the sky and to you, this I testify

I ain’t got nothing in this life, please accept these tears running from my eyes

VERSE

But your voice, it’s broken like a flaming sword                            

And the clouds, they are landing on your island of cats

And we chase the material, round the throne of the lord

And now only money talks, and holds down the bleeding horde

But love I’m here beside you, I am waiting in the night

If you ain’t living your dreams, time to call on the white bride

Please keep away the darkness, of their killing floor

And I pray that your lightness and vastness be always at my door

Well the trees are spinning the moon from the frame

And I can see myself playing inside this game

All the arrows go flying trying to kill out the sun

And the white bird is crying now for everyone

CHORUS  

Yeah I’m a fragment of the sky and to you I testify 

I was born on stolen land, broken wings left dying in my hand

I’m a fragment of the sky and to you, this I testify

I ain’t got nothing in this life, please accept these tears running from my eyes