Resurrection

Man, you could build a whole brand around this thing Handle the snakes And orchestrate all kinds of glittery manifestations Jittery hands and holy demonstrations Slippery tongues and wordless intonations Oh you don’t speak em? Just take some words and tweak em That’s right, that’s the ticket Show it to the man at the door And he’ll tell you where to stick it But just between you and me? Forget it It’s not a brand...

Out of the eater Comes something to eat And out of the reader Comes something to read...   You may find me in town Or at home resting my feet We’ll discuss the numbers Of money, milk, and meat We’ll entertain the angels Without offering a seat We’ll speak of the devil Without feeling the heat But this meeting of minds Will remain incomplete This is only my shell With which you meet   I’m...

It’s the word that was spoken Before I was sent To a world collapsing Under its own colorless night   I looked with my eyes And saw my failures multiplied An abandoned house Ashes and rust Self destruction Egos blazing like guns And rampant consumption Of this body Of earth And water Of flesh And blood   But these are not the words   And this is not the book   This isn’t a stairway...

What was it? I’ll tell you what it was It was a dragon A fire-of-hell-breathing dragon A black beast of death-muscle-and-teeth dragon   And I was no hero I was a child Afraid of the night So I fled from that beast   I buried myself in the earth And deep under the sea I built my own prison And bore the darkened marks On my flesh Where the concrete walls Taught me with their...

Humboldt County The house we call our own Her laughter now fills this home It defies logic and reason And all good doctrine It sets sharply against The crushing weight of debt And doubt It ripples down the hall Like waves that dance On an ocean that will drown you Without thinking twice   From the depths I think about thirty different things All at once I should have painted more often And maybe wrote...

Why do you look for the living One Among the dead?   Do you lift your eyes to the stone cold stars Counting them like atomic sheep Fast asleep Till they fall like rain Do you? When that first atom broke in two And light poured out of molecular cracks Splitting hydrogen from helium From only one there came each of em When the atom broke did it break just for you? Or was it...

The ship has sailed And with it your life Your family Your lover Your faith Stolen away So you live like a pirate now Steering your terrestrial warship Your vessel made of sand Writing these lines on the tide With your angry little hand Stealing only what you need Like a seagull In need of everything And needing it today Stealing whatever you can Stealing one last glance At the bigger picture Before your world...

I’ve been gone awhile But I’m alright I’m not asleep At this table of thankfulness I just died a little bit Thankfully dead Dead to a life that once Held me like a prison cafeteria Freedom is not what I thought It’s better And a little more disorienting Like a familiar market When they change the location Of the bread aisle And the wine aisle Oh, look at that... Fresh fish! And sweet potatoes! Mushroom...

Go on without me Sweet child Earth’s flower Go on without me I’ll see you no more Hold fast to this hillside Roots deep in the wind In the distance I’ll perish Deep in the sand On the opposite shore So don’t wait for me Go on Go on It’s time to set out Your life springs eternal There is nothing here To get mad about If there’s nothing here If there’s nothing more Worth...