Like veterans of foreign wars We are not who we were before You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours But not until I’ve had my fill There were days when I felt like a paper cutout of myself in a housefire And I confess, all the rest I’ve been clinging with wet hands to [...]
January 30, 2009
You’re a word that I once heard but should not say aloud There were days when I would walk with my head in your cloud And it’s a high place with more than a chance of rain In this dry space, parched lips will take what they can take Your silence only leads to violence [...]
January 23, 2009
Show me where you hide your rose in the forest Tell me how you grow your grapes Because I am just a lonely boy in your chorus My hands were made to hold your waist Could I release you like a mourning dove Could I release you like a mourning dove God knows these things [...]
January 12, 2009
In the mirror I’m admiring my good side You know the one I only turn to your blind eye Am I high or low? Wouldn’t it be nice to know My high hopes for you and I aren’t paralyzed Hold my tongue or just bite it off I know it’s all the same to you [...]
February 10, 2009