FASTER
How fast and faster we now move
around this small and smaller world
That looking not backwards or
to the sides
we may yet catch and devour ourselves
Category: Audio Recordings
GOODNIGHT MARILYN
GOODNIGHT MARILYN
(or dyin ain’t easy but it’s a livin)
All heroes will be expected to die young
to keep their fans from growing old
and will be well rewarded
in unspendable gold
If it’s sex you give then sex it pays
so take along the two young Ks
Though a frozen instant Porsche crash
could be worth a lot of cash
And the Colonel smiles as the money piles
for haunting supermarket aisles
But for biggest gross and longest run
it’s still the cross at thirty one
ON THE WIRE
ON THE WIRE
When you are dancing on the wire
not looking down, is the net.
TURNING POINT
TURNING POINT
I said it’s good to see you back
How’s your search for all
knowing going
She said, I had it down pat
if meditation is where it’s at
with breathing below perception
and everything nearing perfection
Then one day on a Kiwi beach
deep in the oneness a loud voice said
“You can do that when you’re dead”
THE SWORD IN THE STONE
THE SWORD IN THE STONE
The legend does not tell
It might have been something much softer
turned to stone by the sword’s plunging
Nor does it tell how long it rested
rusted there
We are only told that life and story start with
its removal
We do not even know in the great dislodging
what parts there were of strength
grace and permission
Nor do we know if sword removed
it bleeds through rusty wound
and beats again
The legend does not tell
LINKS
LINKS
Sometimes I’m strong enough
to fight the other man and win
Sometimes I’m strong enough
to keep all my feelings in
Sometimes I’m strong enough
that I don’t get to play
Sometimes I’m strong enough
to push your love away
Sometimes, yes sometimes, I think
I’m only as weak as my strongest link
EDEN
EDEN
Where Adam learned
that you cannot name
without limiting the namer
and the named
Where Eve learned
the aftertaste of knowledge
And God learned
that you cannot expel
anyone from the garden
and remain there yourself
LEA
LEA
When you walked West from your home
down the main street to the
heart of the town
a car driving in from the country
could slip up silently behind you
A quick blast of the horn
and your knees
would collapse and you’d
drop like a stone
Good sport in a small town
If you were walking down that street
today
and I was driving behind
I would be sorely tempted to do it again
but this time
I would want to catch you
HEADS
HEADS
They put a growing cabbage
in a steel case
It kept trying to grow
Building up a pressure of
thousands of pounds per square inch
I don’t think I have to say more
That’s what a metaphor’s for
GIFTS
GIFTS
There is a settling rising
There is a richness and a heaviness
in the words and gifts
There is the gold polished by the sand
heavy in the sluices
Pulling my hands upwards against its
weight