Like A Kiss for Silver

I never loved the way I should,
the way I would or the way I could
if you and I were close.

I know I get what I deserve but if
you are in the business of sinner's
prayers then I have a few.

The first is that I don't get in,
it's not that I don't want in, I just can't put
those good people through it again.

You know the wolf I am and the sheep of
your flock whose scars no pearly gate
can heal, just don't let me in.

Take care the damaged path I leave behind.
Unsalt the well on route 99 and plug
the generator back in, they're freezing.

I did my best not to do those things you
saw in all the headlines, to become
the things that should not be.

You know those nights I cried for you,
you know the silence you gave,
how bad I wanted to feel you near me.

I know this isn't your fault. Do you have
to die again for me to understand what
I mean to you, and what you mean to me.

My last request, Hide me away. Squeak me
in the side door, they don't need to
know you let me in.

I am so scared of the dark. Afraid of
what it means to cross this veil, you
so peacefully go, you move with surety.

Hide me from the night that closes in
on me, hide me from the truth of my soul,
from the grave waters of the Styx.

I am the wolf afraid of wolves,
they come for me like thieves in the night,
like a kiss for silver.

Take it back, take it back! I cannot hold it,
it burns my hand
like ash and coal from your volcano heart.

Love is not a victory march,
it's a cold and it's a broken,
hallelujah.

For "Joliet" Jake

Hey You! Shuffle them suede loafers
across lacquered, feaux wood dancing soul!
Hey Girl! Jive hot pink and scuffed white pumps
with the gusto of a good martini!
Holler, Holler, shout, tonight is the redemption of boogie woogie!
The pentecostal salvation of the band.
Indulge the guitar, horns, bass, and drums -
hear them worshiping the night with tongues of fire.
Like lava in heaven, let the parquet dance floor flame!
As we juke our way to a rock and roll paradise.
Watusi, twist, be alive!
The day may be old but the night is young,
girls grab your boys and mix it up,
let your light shine down!
Are you ready to drink from the holy grail
of blues, swing, soul, and the jam?
Can you handle the substantial,
universal,
epic,
responsibility of getting down?

I Have Awoken In A Dream

I have awoken in a dream
and beheld with awe the glory there;
wrapped between the fragile night,
hidden from the dark despair.

In my dream I saw a girl
light with porcelain, curved in grace,
an angel who was not afraid
to gaze upon my mortal face.

With eyes unclouded she seemed to see
deep into my very heart;
with touch divine she took my hand
and led me to the deepest part.

As we walked my eyes moved in wander
across the grace of this angel unspoken;
with climbing sorrow I saw the pain,
her wings were badly broken.

I asked no question of where she led,
sometimes tongues are quieted by our vision.
Her display of pain was unrehearsed,
she pressed on in humble passion.

Then we arrived where she was leading,
a well in dream, made of fate and bone.
She put my hand to the chain
and left me to be alone.

Before I raised the water
I gazed into its depths,
I saw a boy lying in my bed
struggling with his breaths.

I drew the water easily
from its unknown source,
crystal rippled across its surface
with the slightest bit of force.

I realized then what waters I held,
drawn from the well sublime.
I can see the one with broken wings
returning now a second time.

Thirst gripping my soul,
i drank deep into my breast;
the waters of my dreams now gone
on angel's broken wings I rest.

Death Is A Lighthouse

crippling hands barely gripping neuronic impulses failing the comprehension of my brain and grip. her voice echoing the airwaves fighting back my swerve of thought and emotion. my eyes following this hurried commotion of chaos only in the incoherent first lines of a jumbled elephant barrage of useless words flowing from the big bang of this bull shit. STOP ENCOURAGING THIS MADNESS! do you honestly believe freud? his three part ego, his three part self - we are how we are divided. it doesn't matter how i face in the elevator or whose hand my pocket is in because damn that socialist mantra where all men suffer equally. some deserve a little less suffering than Hitler or Gandhi. maybe they where the same men, at least that's how the bbblahblah States would call it. We are not any dream, we are every dream. Where visions are lost in seas of hope my death is a lighthouse. may my passing be a breath of relief because at least my unfulfilled dreams will be gone. And the world and all in it will no longer have to endure any longer the torment of unrealized hopes and wasted youth. my death is a lighthouse for the truly living.