SAN FRANCISCO

I had a dream of San Francisco,
battling wind out on the bridge.
Why does my mind take me there?
Why do I want to be alone?

Then up splashing came a mist,
but I was already wet.
Is time playing in reverse?
Has this dream not happened yet?

I don’t need to wake up.
I can’t stand to be alone.
But I’m so good at falling…
Do you think the water’s cold?

I have heard the sea in San Francisco
is so frozen it’s like burning.
If I jump from this behemoth
how long will I be turning
before I hit the waves?
Before I’m drowned awake?

Then I had a dream of Oakland.
I could see the bridge across.
Take me back to San Francisco
just in case my eyes fall open.

Why am I with so many people
who are offering themselves to me?
The place across the bay is better,
but so is every place I see.

I don’t need to wake up.
I can’t stand to be alone.
But I’m so good at falling…
Do you think the water’s cold?

I have heard the sea in San Francisco
is so frozen it’s like burning.
If I jump from this behemoth
how long will I be turning
before I hit the waves?
Before I’m drowned awake?

How much longer do I have to sleep?
There is no sense of time in dreams.
When I wake, who will be next to me
to say, “good morning,”
“welcome home,”
and “sweet dreams”?

I have heard the sea in San Francisco
is so frozen it’s like burning.
If I jump from this behemoth
how long will I be turning?

SLEEPING DOGS

In a land beyond the laurel trees
I am begging on my knees
For your love to start again
I am begging on my knees

Oh, lover, I want you to start again
Oh, lover, won’t you please come start again?

Sleeping dogs run in their dreams
Whimpers fill night’s broken seams
In the darkness you are still
Whimpers fill night’s broken seams

Oh, lover, I want you to move again
Oh, lover, won’t you please come move again?

If you choose to walk all dirt roads
You will not do so alone
I have two legs and a stubborn heart
This journey’s not yours
This journey is ours

If you choose to pass through every toll
You will not do so alone
I have two legs and a giving heart
This journey’s not yours
This journey is ours

If you choose to step off the shore
You will not do so alone
I have two legs and a patient heart
This journey’s not yours
This journey is ours

When we’re far beyond the laurel trees
I will beg you from my knee
For your love to begin and end with me
Oh, I will beg you from my knee

PASSION AND PAIN

Shattered glass on the floor in the room where we fight
Shards of ash in the air, grab the broom, make it right
I’m Passion, I am hope, and your life is my vein
You fashion many no’s out of ice, you are Pain

I am Passion and you are Pain
These are our identities
Though, our parents did not give us these names

I am Passion and you are Pain
Worshiped by solemnities
Though, I have grown used to breathing in rain

Passion met Pain when neither stood tall
And Pain gathered him when Passion did crawl
They grew as we knew
As friends tend to do
And we watched Passion find love for Pain and then fall

I am Passion and you are Pain
My friends say I’ve gone mad
And yours tell you, “Pain,
Pain, you’re perfectly sane”

I am Passion and you are Pain
Without you I’ve gone mad
And I’ll ask you, “Pain,
Your love may I regain?”

If you say, “no,”
Then I will go
And I will never return to your home

I was Passion and you were Pain
And after living my life without you
I was never, I was never again the same

NIGH

Petulant is the murmur of ribs
And thirsty is my sight:
A trying combination, I’d say—
I say the end is nigh

Nigh, nigh, nigh
Joy and calm I’ll have
Nigh, nigh, nigh
Love, will you give me half?

There is a hold I’ve never not grasped
Two hands I’ve always held
Though, if my body’s too unopened
I wish you deeper wells

As I would lift you, skies are too low
For I would raise you high:
A trying combination, I’d say—
I say the end is nigh

Nigh, nigh, nigh
Joy and calm I’ll have
Nigh, nigh, nigh
Love, will you give me half?

I have a need and I have a want
I did not know grew so grand
The land of my chest is the pedestal
And there is where you stand
For I placed you there
I placed you there with scented air
And there, ’til the end is nigh
There you will ever stand

Nigh, nigh, nigh
Joy and calm I’ll have
Nigh, nigh, nigh
Love, will you give me half?

Joy and calm I’ll have
Love, will you give me half?

LESS REAL

Need to take a trip somewhere
where long my hair can grow.
Where there is nothing to scare
me off of those river roads.
Well, well, well, well here I go.
I am on my way.
Here I go, I am on my way.

What’s the point of laughing
when all you do is ask me how I feel?
I feel less real.
I feel my spine is tightening.
Was anything ever right with me?
Was anything ever right with me?
Do you think it will ever be?
Please don’t ask me how I feel
because I feel less real.

What’s the point of marauding
for thirst? Don’t ever rid me of my peel.
I feel less real.
I feel my fear is heightening.
Was anything ever right with me?
Was anything ever right with me?
Do you think it will ever be?
Please don’t ask me how I feel
because I feel less real.

I am camping out on land.
Give me your hand, Mother Nature,
and satiate my soul.
Ease my soul.
Be graceful in your hold,
Mother Nature, satiate my soul.

What’s the point of finding
myself or even my right ring at sea?
I feel less real.
I feel my eyes are frightening.
Was anything ever right with me?
Was anything ever right with me?
Please don’t ask me how I feel
because I feel less real.

Well here I go.
Well, well here I go.
Well, well, well here I go.
Well, well, well, well here I go.
I am on my way.
Here I go, I am on my way.

ONE HUNDRED SONGS

My love was unrequited, so I quit it.
How could I have not known this all along?
I never had the know-how to admit it,
So instead I wrote you one hundred songs.

Perhaps I have not fallen from high enough
To realize the difference from love and lust,
But I do know my words were never devoid of my heart,
Whether they relied on creation
Or were products of my dust.

And so I gave my fingers to a flowing pen,
Wrote on any parchment that I could ever find.
I saw dedication as too obvious,
So instead I lent to you the troubles of my mind.

I long for you to dance.
You can too sing along,
But I would rather you
Remember every word
To each of my one hundred other songs.

I never meant for a tear to shed
Nor lead your legs into my bed,
But if melody ever lent herself to grace,
You can rest assured,
To you I would ache to give my words.

And so I gave my fingers to a flowing pen,
Wrote on any parchment that I could ever find.
I saw dedication as too obvious,
So instead I lent to you the troubles of my mind.

I long for you to dance.
You can too sing along,
But I would rather you
Remember every word
To each of my one hundred other songs.

I hope the letters who stand beside each other
Discover purpose and can become the canon of lovers.
Even if they don’t
I have found great hope
In knowing my hand and my heart and my mind can entertain.

Read on my pain,
Know of my sorrow.
I may have loved,
Or perhaps only borrowed
From my heart
A means to an end
In the very same moment I allowed myself to begin.

I may have loved,
Or perhaps only borrowed
From my heart
A means to an end
In the very same moment I allowed myself to begin.

I LIE

I know what I want because
I’ve already seen so much
Misguided trust. This is rough,
Imparting on the lies of your dust.
I need a new touch. I need some lust.

Experiencing soft breath against my shoulder blade
Does sound rather nice. I have been so alone these days.
I’ve been told of many ways to please a woman well.
And even when the night begins its falling,
When you no longer hear me calling,
The truth is all that I will ever tell.

There will only ever be one way I lie,
And, darling, that is right by your side,
Where dreams are dreamt and secrets kept.
Time knows no bounds, she’s only wept,
Wishing she knew how we have kept on.

I would love to write the story,
But we could gain no glory,
For we have had the glory all along.

But if you ask us for the story,
Oh me, oh my, oh Lordy,
How’s it feel to feel it how we do?
I would be happy to have her tell you, “He said,”

There will only ever be one way I lie,
And, darling, that is right by your side,
Where dreams are dreamt and secrets kept.
Time knows no bounds, she’s only wept,
Wishing she knew how we have kept on.

I’ve been told of many ways to please a woman well.
And even when the night begins its falling,
When you no longer hear me calling,
The truth is all that I will ever tell.

There will only ever be one way I lie,
And, darling, that is right by your side.

WEDNESDAY

Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
So I’ll raise her on my own,
Fill her life with decent grace,
Send her, loving, on her way.

Hers is a smile that I can’t see, no,
That I can’t see, no,
How I long to, though.

And all the while say it can’t be so,
Say it can’t be so,
But, oh, I know.

I have no mind and I’ve crippled my
Child, do you know how it feels to cry
Little dark marks upon a lonely plank,
From which you’ll hear my last song sang.

I may not have a home,
But I can write a poem
Where we can find some solace together.

And if you feel alone,
Please pick up the phone ’cause
I may not know my way around a letter.

Yours is a smile that I can’t see, no,
That I can’t see, no,
How I long to, though.

And all the while say it can’t be so,
Say it can’t be so,
But, oh, I know.

Thursday came, and went forlorn.
The weekend? She was never born.
Monday, Tuesday told me so:
Wednesday’s child is full of woe.

BACK TO SAND

I’ve been brought into love,
The same goes for my family.
I’m starting to think the former is a lie
And the latter I am never happy to see.

This makes my door all the more inviting.
She sent me a postcard:
“Have you forgotten what lies beyond the fringe of your yard?”
Well I’ve been on a binge for so long,
I forgot I need to leave my home and travel the roads.

I’ll be a journeyman with little plan.
I’ll learn to turn glass back to sand.
The past once found in my brittle hands
Stigmata’d my palms and left tracks as I ran.

The way the trees in the graveyard are vibrant
Brings new meaning to the lifeless.
You’ve gotta come see ’em.
You have got to come meet me right here underneath them
And drink in the granite stones.
Drink in the broken bones.

I’ve been brought into love,
The same goes for my family.
I’m starting to think the former is a lie
And the latter will eventually do this to me.

But this is no way to die.
This is no way to lie ’til the sun hangs her head
And the moon is drifting off into her bed.
I’d rather be the stone than under-toe.

I’ll be a journeyman with little plan.
I’ll learn to turn glass back to sand.
The past once found in my brittle hands
Stigmata’d my palms and left tracks as I ran

To you.
All the way to your feet.
All the way to your thighs,
Your sides, the veins in your eyes
Were burning red sprites
Above the sky,
Floating there for mine.

Those of a journeyman with little plan.
I’ll learn to turn glass back to sand.

RUST

You want to tell me the truth,
I can tell you do,
But you’re frightened by the shine—
This new steely light in your life.
Maybe you’re thinking of how to make this easy.
Maybe you will wait here until tomorrow.
But, I’ll tell you, if you water this down,
Rest assured, rust is sure follow.

I don’t get angry.

No, I’ve told you so.
I’m the first polished stone you’ve seen
After years of watching rivers flow
Close to you, close to your front door,
And then by and by and moving on,
As are rivers known.

I will lie with if you don’t lie to me.
Tell me the truth, or watch me leave.
‘Cause I have a bed at home
I can make believe is just as warm.

I won’t get angry.
No, I’ve told you so.
But I’m on the backs of rivers,
Which you’ve watched flow,
And they’re carrying me to my front door,
To a bed I can make believe is just as warm.

Don’t wait here until tomorrow.
I’ll tell you, if you water this down,
Rest assured, rust is sure follow.

Take all of this with a grain of salt
I won’t put on you any fault.
I just wanna see you in that dress again.
I’ll make it red on my own if you give me your hand.

But you don’t have to wait here.
You don’t have to stall.
Please don’t lie around until tomorrow.
As I’ve told you, if you water this down,
Rest assured, rust is sure follow.