who

Ambrosia: tactics spent and burnt
Tacitus said because they didn't know better
they called it Civilization
when lo it was part of their slavery.

I can dig that. Like I can dig
obsidian eyes lambent in dopamine
swirling above the stage
In glittering synesthesia

Who could sustain one thought
For all eternity?
Who would?
You know who.

You know.

the grey mist

and water is the landscaper; you step out on that runway every morning; bear it every morning; feel it moving every morning; The runaway runway; I am a fast hand on a cliche; So what? So aren't you? it's a passthrough. this here is just a passthrough

serendipity to the maximum

serendipity to the maximum
comes around for me
every time I get into this mood
where I want to reclaim my life
and be fulfilled

I think it might be God

the bee

I've got you now
(The shell of a bumblebee
woven allongside my path)
Oh, I've got you now

I see now, I see more clearly now
The way. Your way.
Who has not sinned in pride?
Who has not sinned, so many times?

standing by the highway side

standing by the highway side
beneath the arch of the sun
I'm gonna be that guy
I'm gonna be that one
travelin dude who walks from tree to tree to tree
like Johnny wayback Appleseed

standing by the highway side
in the baking sun
I'm gonna be that guy
past the years I've shunned
with head chills crashing an ocean wave
your Atlantic master your soul could still save

Real
you gotta
make it real
you gotta
cut the deal
With yourself
once

and for all

on the move

we are on the move
we are burning crude
like that Walking Dude
we are on the move

get up or lay down
get a cut of the deal yo
you get cut you get real yo
get a cut of the deal you

we are on the move
we are burning crude
like that Walking Dude
we are on the move

Paranoia Downs

Your ashen gaze, no mystery
What this world does
is leach all your colors.
Leaves you wrinkled and scag

You imagine a pond here
A tree here
Some land of your own
And a view into time

The horizon, your line
You walk in design
Survey it and go
Survey it and go

Dark hands have fallen
they smite the stray
those cursed from the land
those lost from the way

you gotta walk a mile in my shoes to get out here
you gotta walk a mile in my shoes to get out here
you gotta walk a mile in my shoes to get out here
you gotta walk a mile in my shoes to get out here

the universe is here

walking up the road
in profound gravel
this birch tree for gavel
this one for to swing

Josie clammed up for years
But now hear her sing
In her moonshine and twilight
For her flowers I bring

the universe is here
the universe is here
the universe is here
the universe is here