Reside

The Full Weight of Failure

The full weight of failure
Is a lead coat I can't overthrow
Pockets full of phony coins
Wages of regret, you know

There once was sky
Hope was high
Now full weight
Is just heavy on the eyes

The full weight of failure
Is a millstone wrapped around my neck
Squandered time in unbelief
Consequences hard and set

Once misjudged
A place that I just can't regain
Broke some trust
In myself, but then there's the blame

There once was sky
Hope was high
Now full weight
Is just heavy on the eyes

What's success?
Not a grail or a nod from those
Meet thy test
Pass on principles alone

The full weight of failure
Is a lead coat I can't overthrow
Pockets full of phony coins
Wages of regretting grow


Night Train

Hail!
On time
11:59

Train of mine
Light is on the lines

Bag aside
Nothing left to mind

Words run high
Memento mori prime

Hail!
Rock bound duty of the son

To run the race and make
Race and racer one

Taut in flesh
And mettle of a kind

Stand at crest
Stamp it with a sigh

Once was hoped for
It's now too late
Once was worked for
It's now too late
Once was planned for
It's now too late
Once was planned for
It's now too late
Once was loved towards
It's now too late

Final surprise
It's never the wrong time

Hail!
On time
11:59

Train of mine
Light is on the iron

Squeeze
Life from life itself

Leave
Nothing but the shell


Cold Plate

I get impatient sometimes
with this penance of mine

Precision's a sin
When a memory's set in

Old brio is gone
The task just carries on

Do you remember we met?
A better man would forget

A few words were said
For effect and dissent

Now you're under my sign
I make stars align

And in the end if I'm late
It's 'cause I know how to wait

Whole geo is small
For hands that hold the ball

Old brio is gone
For work that carries on

You don't remember me, right?
I wait tables at night

I'm no engine of fate
Your dish is ready, sir

Here's your cold plate


Scarecrow

Here I am
Nothing but a scarecrow
Stuck in the ground
On a patch where nothing grows

Oh, what a fool I am
Stuffed to look like man
The come right to my hand
The very crows...

Thin and dry
I take in air of higher plains
Horizon's long
Or short, depending on the rain

Down below
The road that goes to town descends
But I can't go
I can hear those crows again

Oh, What a fool I am
Stuffed to look like a man
They come right to my hand
The very crows I'm to scare away

Folded grounded
Was where I once planted seed
Now dirt is hard
And cracked right in front of me


Domicile

Walls were just makeshift
No one stays
Once they recognize the rift

Oh, I freeze, then I burn
Abide a fear, to learn
If there's time to turn
Into the man I'd hazard be
Just me
Just be


Baby Sleeps Alone

She put herself in front of me
Then she caught my eye
She was an old fashioned girl
With modern complications

Ignition of a machine
My frame torqued up high
The movements never fatigued
In balances and gravitations

But now baby's sleeping alone
Made her dreaming her home

At first she just complained
But I could tell she liked the pain
The pull became a prank
And the leash became a chain

In time I noticed shadows
And things that were not there
Inventions of a prop
To hold the emptiness of air

Baby's sleeping alone
But now she wakes to bells

European airs
And pretensions to a crown
No promises, no charges
Then she quietly left town

The barren baroness
She gets the crown


The Guv'ner

The Guv'ner
Played with boys
In the sovereign state
Of Illinois

He greased the wheels
Cut the deals
But now the sheriff and the dogs
Are rounding up and nipping heels

I heard some mumbling
About a change
Then they say new blood
Is all too strange

The man in place
He's in the know
Besides we're waiting for some wires
Don't want to interrupt the flow

At noon I'll pick a place
Stand alone with Grace
Stare them in the face
Something must give

'Cause this is war
We've had enough
If you need more
This is the place where I live

This kind of man
That's vaunt and bought
Moves on the cash
Never the ought

He'll key the door
Open the store
If you'll just hand him a reason

I'm old enough
I've been around
Know how they run
This state and town

An honest day
Can't bear the cost
Republicratic swine
Are banging the shoulders at the trough

Our governor played with boys


The Rake of Autumn Light

The rake of autumn light
When it hits my eyes just right
Gives me transport, makes me kite

Back a decade and a life
To a time of storm and strife
To all that happened and all that might

The colors in the trees
Dying heat before the freeze
I walked the flagstones bright with flakes

And stopped before I reached
For the note I had to crease
Inside a book that named the place

Oh, life never prepared me for school
Nor for the way you taught me to

The building where you slept
And kept the letters that I send
Was built of tan rock, just like you said

The window on the left
Was where the signal was that meant
You'd give me all that , then leave me spent

But something changed your mind
Or made me seem a different kind
Kept me in darkness, eyes up that night

I moved away from light
Colors changed to black and white
Turned my back for a fear of fright

Oh, a vivid burst of hard insight
Turned and shook me to my knees and right
Toward a devil I could not sight

She got me on a ruse there
You got some kind of rule?
As far as I can see none, but you

The rake of autumn light
When I fix my eyes just right
It narrows blindness, I narrows sight

Back decades from a life
From the times of storm and strife
From all that's happened and not what might

If memory were a sieve
And all I've done has been outlived
I could actually drop pace with time

But light I can't forget
Lets meknow it's over, yet
You're still in place, and still in mind


Headbang


Head bang
In the borderlands

Face down
In a pit of sand

Dipatched
By young and calloused hands

Last stop
The hippy caravan

Back home
It's called a tragedy

Talk of
His sensitivities

How does
A mother come to grief

But joy sparks
From my disbelief

And oh, shaking it off's slow
I can't let it go

Wing named
In memoriam

Tribute
To a seeking son

Here rests
In the pantheon

For all time
Or till the money's gone

Oh, shaking it off's slow
Can't let it go
A feeling so low

Just one bully down
Many to go

Better I see
The harder I cry

She adds up the years
Still too close in the mind

But the never I see
Clears a blot from the eyes

And he can never be tragic
It's useless to try

Head bang
In the borderlands

Dispatch
By young and calloused hands

Name chipped
Into stone of stand

A white boy
In some Afghanistan

Oh, shakin' it off's slow
Can't let it go
Wheel's come 'round
And I'm not feeling low
But he'll never know

The never I see
Clears a blot from my eyes
He'll never be tragic
It's useless to try

The better I see
The harder I cry

Mom says


Gift of Sight

Rock steady
I stood ready
But now is not my time

Not hedging
Not pledging
Words that were never mine

Kept pressing
Despite lessons
Had me turning 'round

Finish line
Hold the rhyme
But on one heard the sound

Gift of sight
Set things right

Mod dancing
Still dancing
For something new in cans

Newer tribes
That take their bribes
Using a different hand

Rock steady
I stand ready
It's never not my time

Gift of sight
Set me right
Feels just like I'm flying

This black night I see
It's all too plain to me
The of all belief
My heart is 19th c.


Haz-Mat

Haz-mat tingles
The tips of the skin
Filling it up
Filling it in

Rays from box
They entered the skull
Tantalize
Never too dull

Images draw sweat
From the glands
Magazine ink
Smears in the hand

Drip-feed titillation
Into the vein
Keeping 'em hard
and wet when it rains

Then at night
They fornicate

Morning sheets
Unfold on the train
Turn from the glass
Stare at the page

None too subtle
Maintaining a thrall
Roundtrip ticket
Repeating it all

Review of a Billboard
A familiar score
No one is sure
They haven't seen it before

Soundtrack makes
Crowds blubber again
Same as before
Sentiments from sediment

Haz-mat tingles
The tips of the skin
Filling it up
Filling it in

Cross words, someone's
Always ready to fight
Puzzling screamers
From the left and the right

Graphs and tables
Stories of crime
Worries of swindles
And tricks down the line

Box score speculators
Players with stats
They're just dopers with bats
Imagine that

Spectacles by the day and night
Haz-mat pulsing blood of life

Hit the lights