Under the Bed
Tag Archives: Fear
Global Warning
Boogeyman and Boy
The Armadillo
Solo
AN OTHER WORD
AN OTHER WORD
There’s an other word for color
there’s an other word for creed
there’s an other word for other
in their tastes for Adam’s deed
There’s an other word for circling
all those wagons filled with fear
when the arrows dipped in other
are aimed at you this year
I WAS AFRAID OF THAT
I WAS AFRAID OF THAT
My mother was afraid of everything
She may have been afraid of me
even before I was born
I can almost remember
pulling knees and elbows in
so as not to cause her pain
Afraid even in the womb to whisper
anything she didn’t want to hear
That sort of thing stays with you
Perhaps I should be thankful
for the cliffs I didn’t step off of
too brave and blindly in the night
buy what about the doors
the doors I didn’t open
into rooms filled with light
DREAM CATCHER
DREAM CATCHER
(for Maia)
Boogie man boogie man get out of my dream
Boogie man boogie man can’t make me scream
Cause I’ve got a dream catcher over my bed
I’ve got a dream catcher right over my head
Now only sweet dreams can make it through
and boogie man boogie man that ain’t you
Boogie man boogie man get out of my dream
Boogie man boogie man can’t make me scream
You were feeding on my fears all night long
that’s what was making you big and strong
Now dream catcher and me have got you beat
so you have to eat at Susie’s down the street
Boogie man boogie man get out of my dream
Boogie man boogie man can’t make me scream
ELECTION 2004
ELECTION 2004
Politics of fear working like a dream
keeps America from changing horses
in the middle of a scream
I WAKE EARLY
I WAKE EARLY
I wake early and lie in bed
the air so charged with meaning
that I dare not rise and step into the day
What if I should lift a bitter sword
to cut my brother or my love
What if I make a careless jagged rend
in the sacred fabric of this day
How can I even dare to breathe
when every breath may lift the wings
of butterflies or drive them to the ground