sticktoitiveness

you need the sticker in the guts,
the pot boiler, the flying vaseline, excelsior,
so: maybe you have learned to hang
a bit more chevalier

but woof. yow. the scullery.
the galley. and I just keep looking
out the window. just keep looking
at the sun outside splicing cool and chill

on the air. I want
to get
out
there; dig?

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

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

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