Friday, November 11, 2011

never enough time

the leaves are starting to turn. the sun low on the horizon too early in the evening.  groves of trees every where have died from the drought. their brittle limbs reaching out to the full moon for the last season before the armies of chain saws and log splitters come to take them to their graves.

every now and again, i hear a high school band cutting through the forest and night air.  it makes me long to go to a place that is hermitically sealed off by time.  i am but a lone visitor walking through the museum diplay of my mind.  i can look at those things, but not touch.

step, step, step upon the tile floor.

i look to the skies.  i am still wishing for rain.  the bankroll is thin, but the weather is free. at night , deep into sleep i dream fragmets into the darkness.  grab them throughout the day and try to assemble the jig saw puzzle.

Friday, August 19, 2011

can't have your cake and eat it too

i've got dreams that will never come true, at least i got something to hold on to.  the man on the screen is counting the score, bad news everyday arriving at the door.  living everyday in a world gone wrong, but i got my guitar and i got a song.  should i run away or should i stay home because i've been fighting the urge to get out and roam.  everybody claiming that they know the right way but even a dog is gonna have his own day.  got a little problem- you just take the right pill, been counting down the seconds till you get your next thrill.  i know i can't change what's in the past but i'm going to tell you although you didn't ask.  we gotta love each other or we're all gonna die-so there i've said it, i refuse to cry.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

safe haven

somewhere there's a peach orchard, each tree hanging heavy with fruit, green shimmering leaves, gentle summer breeze, sit down lean against the trunk, just enough shade from the sun.  wooden bushel baskets overflowing with the day's harvest, waiting for the people coming down the dirt road in pickup trucks and station wagons to take some home to the suburbs.  chill them in the ice box-eat them one by one.  mash then up into peach jam.  freeze home home made ice cream.

and the sun is now setting. ciadas and doves singing their songs.  the stars twinkle one by one filling out the constellations throughout the sky. milky way blurry across the heavens, i close my eyes and fall asleep.  the shop is closed for the day, you cannot reach me. i've closed the gate and only i have the combination.  we're open at seven in the morning.

please come again.