sunday morning
brings the dawn in
it’s just a restless feeling by my side

early dawning
sunday morning
it’s just the wasted years so close behind

watch out the world’s behind you
there’s always someone around you who will call
it’s nothing at all

sunday morning
and i’m falling
i’ve got a feeling i don’t want to know

early dawning
sunday morning
it’s all the streets you crossed, not so long ago

watch out the world’s behind you
there’s always someone around you who will call
it’s nothing at all

sunday morning
sunday morning
sunday morning

when the phone rang
3 in the morning
dead middle of night
there was nothing on the line

i set back the silent receiver
tiny flames lit in my head

hey did any of you freaks here ever remember lenny?

i can’t remember his last name
he’s turned to dust now
one of the chosen few

left out in the rain
out of town again
left out in the rain
ocean bound i guess

between the mattress and a column of hazy faces
i remember every word you said
quite a clear picture
every word you said

the door was open
but the way was not lit
and there was no way out of my head

on a crimson highway
by a chrome bumper
i last saw you

alive

inclined to thrive
evening fireflies lit sparks around your head

but wait a minute let’s back up a bit

some famous stars were busted by the thought police
down on fashion avenue
impersonating real men
not knowing who they really were

now here at dark corners
all is calm and quiet and good
the kids are up late dreaming quiet questions
in a graceful mood

can you please pass me a jug of winter light?
fold me in an ocean’s whim?
in the sweet corrosive fire light?
in the city made of tin?

are you famous under the skin?
familiar with the things you wanted?
able now to take it all in?
making peace with every hole in the story?

did lightning keep you up all night?
illuminate the soot and grit?

can you tell how high
the sky tonight?
dig out from under
in spite of it?

can you cover up the one that floats?
can you push back the hours?

i hear your voice
i speak your name
among new york city ghosts and flowers

will we meet?
to run again?
through new york city ghosts and flowers

Oh, noose
Tied myself in, tied myself too tight

Looking kind of anxious in your cross armed stance
Like a bad tempered prom queen at a homecoming dance

And I claim I’m not excited with my life any more
So I blame this town, this job, these friends

The truth is it’s myself

And I’m trying to understand myself
And pinpoint where I am

When I finally get it figured out
I’ve changed the whole damn plan

Oh, noose
Tied myself in, tied myself too tight

Oh, noose
Tied myself in, tied myself too tight

Talking shit about a pretty sunset
Blanketing opinions that I’ll probably regret soon

I’ve changed my mind so much I can’t even trust it
My mind changed me so much I can’t even trust myself

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath

Grandma asked me what I’m running for
I guess I’m out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
What mothers birth their young’ins for
And some say Jesus’ comin’ for

For all I know the earth is spinning slow
Suns at half mast ’cause masses ain’t aglow
On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree
I’ve made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit

A metal ladder
A wooden cross
A plastic bottle of water
A mandala encased in glass
A spirit encased in flesh
Sound from shaped hollows
The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion

A man that cries in his sleep
A truth that has gone out of fashion
A mode of expression
A paint splattered wall
A carton of cigarettes
A bouquet of corpses
A dying forest
A nurtured garden
A privatized prison
A candle with a broken wick
A puddle that reflects the sun
A piece of paper with my name on it
I’m surrounded
I surrender
All
All that I am I have been
All I have been has been a long time coming
I am becoming all that I am

The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
A gathered wetness
A quiet moisture
Sound trapped in a bubble

Released

Into wind

Wind fellows and land merchants
We are history’s detergent
Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
Articles amending death

These words are not tools of communication
They are shards of metal
Dropped from eighth story windows

They are waterfalls and gas leaks
Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
The tools of a trade
Barbers barred, barred of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings

But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn’t a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A mantra to fill my being in those moments

I am a blankness, the contained center of an “O”
The pyramidic containment of an “A”

I stand in the middle of all that I have learned
All that I have memorized
All that I’ve known by heart
Unable to reach any of it

There is no sadness
There is no bliss
It is a forgotten memory
A memorable escape route
That only is found by not looking

There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness

But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence
Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas
Like dead rats held by their tails
So as not to infect this newly oiled skin

I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
I can think of nothing less likely to fly

There are no wings more weighted

I too have felt a heaviness

The stare of a man guessing at my being

Yes I am homeless

A homeless man making offerings to the after-future
Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles

A nation unified in exhale
A cloud of smoke
A native pipe ceremony

All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
Snow covered mountains
Lipsticks smeared and shriveled
Offerings to an afterworld
Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls

It’s all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees

It matters not what this paper be made of
Give me notebooks made of human flesh
Dried on steel hooks and nooses
Make uses of use, uses of us

It’s all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
On bended knee
Prostrate before an altered tree
I’ve made the forest suit me

Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter, verse, spirit

Through meditation
I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation

I followed her down Mary’s secret
To the water still and gray
I thought she was a shadow figure
This cool and lonesome winter day

I watched her walking there in secret
Wondering what was on her mind
I thought she’d come to walk the beaches
Long lost love; hers for to find

What’s a boy to do?
I’ve got a crush on you

He told her at christmas time
They’d always be together
Now she can never understand
Why he ran away forever

What’s a boy to do?
I’ve got a crush on you

What’s a boy to do?
I’ve got a crush on you

Now with my friends here in the park
This pretty autumn evening
I see a dark and mystical girl
And wonder who she’s grieving

And if I could have anything
It would be to be with her
But the madness of that Autmn day
Would never last the winter

What’s a boy to do?
I’ve got a crush on you

What’s a boy to do?
I’ve got such a crush on you
I’ve got a crush on you

The keys taken back are thrown
The useless seed was sown
When they say they’re cutting off the phone
They tell ‘em you’re not home

No place to hide
You’ll find there’s a soldier on their side
You’re still a soldier in your mind
But nothing is on the line

You say it’s money that we need
As if we’re the only mouths to feed
And no matter what you say
There are some debts you’ll never pay

Working for the church while your family dies
You take what they give you
And you keep it inside…

Every spark of friendship and love will die without a home…

Hear the soldier groan all quiet and alone…

I can taste the fear
Lift me up and take me out of here
Don’t want to fight, don’t want to die
Just want to hear you cry…

Who’s gonna throw the very first stone
Oh, who’s gonna re-set the bone
Walking with your hand in a sling
Wanna hear the soldier sing…

Working for the church while my family dies…
Your little baby sister’s gonna lose her mind…

Every spark of friendship and love will die without a home…
Hear the soldier groan all quiet and alone…

I can taste your fear
It’s gonna lift you up and take you out of here
And the bone shall never heal
I cannot make you kneel

We can’t find you now
But they’re gonna get their money back somehow
And when you finally disappear
We’ll just say you were never here…

Been working for the church while your life falls apart…
But singing hallelujah with the fear in your heart…

Every spark of friendship and love will die without a home…

Hear the soldier groan all quiet and alone…
Hear the soldier groan all quiet and alone…

Cheer up, honey I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stuff
Honey kisses clouds of fluff
Shoulders shrugging off

Cheer up, honey I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with radio cures
Electronic surgical words

Picking apples for the kings and queens of things I’ve never seen

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable

Cheer up, honey I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stars
Honey kisses clouds of love

Picking apples for the kings and queens of things I’ve never seen

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable

Cheer up, honey I hope you can

I’m still fairly obsolete, and you?
Hereafter when we find our calling?
Lie in state only then discover the truth
You wake with a hammer in your eyes

You won’t debate me on my habit
I won’t call it habit anyway

Yes, I am a monster, I am slave
You never shake me from my grave