witch-hat

edoda

the return

In cotton, the trucks drive black and red
the plastic falls fall until the burn is dead
and somewhere here between water and light and bread
the ghosts throw little rainbow pencils at my head

no return and then return
no return and then return
danger. no blame
danger. no blame

Everything has changed

This giant bird is now on fire
and there is no reason to talk
I'm just driving along with the one I love
and there is a ghost in the truck

Indian sign language
in the here and now
Indian sign language
between two worlds

Now there is a thunder in the wind
and it's coming here again
A thunder in the center of every little thing
A thunder in the middle of the world you bring
A thunder in the heart of everything                                                                                                                                   

another world

yeah I'm fading

into the endless sleep

and all I'm thinking

is that its really deep

and the rain is bleeding

out into the deep

and I'm fading

into an endless sleep

nowhere is here now

like a ghost to pay

and nobody is coming

to show you the way

yeah this is the falling

of a waterfall called rain

flooded out cars

tumble down the drain

floating down the day

everything is made of clay

broken parts last here

but the inside is a flame

pure and unmade

The closed coffin

Red

Born aloft on fire
from omens of death

the promise to escape
into the the new

golden wings and the slanting sun
rebirth of a the chance world

fountain of the One
drops of water fly
from elemental wetness
like diaphanous bats

driven by the thin line
obeying the original stars
to travel
to drive
through the waterfall of the sun

upward from the cave of released hunger
this mortal plane
place of darkness and choice and suffering

upward we grow
into the slanting silver light

upward into the buzz and the drop
of the mother world