Roads
I'm traveling while sitting still
I'm a fork in the lonesome road
I'm a hitchhiker seeking out a galaxy
I'm that roadkill hit by a load
I'm a Mac truck delivering cargo
I'm a caravan to overtake
I'm a cop waiting for a speed demon
I'm the accelerator and the brake
I'm the passenger in the backseat
I'm the driver at the wheel
I'm pulling into that highway house
I'm that mangled mass of steel
I'm the tumbleweed in the desert
I'm the asphalt in the sun
I'm the lines that go on forever
I'm the map that you read wrong
I'm the road and I'm the reason
I'm the journey
I'm the season
I'm the navigator
I'm the gas
I'm the hot leather seat burning your ass
I'm a drifter
I'm the town
I'm the destination that brought you round
I'm the miles that you've clocked
I'm the keys that have locked the car up safe and tight
I'm the city's glittering lights
I'm the new scene upon your senses
The cruise queen reflected
In your Rayban lenses
It's Complicated
We demonstrated
Broke the rules
We educated
But still find fools
We saturated
The global pool
We misdirected
Cultural cool
We fabricated
Domestic lies
We calculated
International lies
We pontificated
What we despise
We assimilated
The wails and cries
It's complicated
I can't tell which
It's complicated
Can't make the switch
It's complicated
That nasty bitch
It's complicated
Burn the Witch
It's complicated
I cannot choose
It's complicated
To wear your shoes
It's complicated
Don't want to lose
It's complicated
Let's play the Blues
Summer's Last Dance
I am in the Present
Venerating the Past
Anticipating the Future
Watching the trees dance, then their
Leaves fall to the ground
As summer has one last fling
Reveling in the warmth
And it's youth
Strike up the band
Stoke the fire
Make it count
Play for the Trees
Play for the Sky
Play for the Sun
Warming my skin
There's always a song to sing
Find my family wherever I can
Find meaning in the melody
Even though I don't understand the words
Music in the morning
Coffee and hot sandwiches
There's poetry in the grass
Life is for living in the moment
There's freedom in the sweetest breath
The air nourishes me
The day is new again
I think I'm in Love
I think I'm in Love with Love
I think I'm in Love with the Past
I think I'm in Love with a Future that can never Last
I think I'm in Love with a Memory
I think I'm in Love with a Ghost
I think I'm in Love with Masterpiece Theatre
I think I'm in Love with the Host
I think I'm in Love with the Weather
I think I'm in Love with the World
I think I'm in Love with the Laughter
I think I'm in Love with a Girl
I think I'm in Love with a Man
I think I'm in Love with a Lie
I think I'm in Love with December
I think I'm in Love with a Crime
I think I'm in Love with a Feeling
I think I'm in Love with the Night
I think I'm in Love with my poor little Heart
I think I'm in Love with my Plight
A Woman's Anger
A Woman's Anger
A fearsome creature to behold
She is Beautiful
She is Fierce
She will not be placated
Until she is ready
Until she is satiated
Her wrath is slow to build
But once aroused
Difficult to abate
Red Fire in her eyes
Smoke billowing from her nostrils
Fangs bared and ready to strike should the offender
Continue in their treachery
She sits in this heat
Deadly calm
And considers her next move
What is to be learned from this confrontation?
What is it that has riled her so, pushed her buttons
Unhinged her otherwise placid nature?
Breath is the antidote
Great big gulps of that stuff
Move it
Shift it
Compost that shit
Calendars and Clocks
Calendars and Clocks
Reminders and Locks
Keep me packed up safe and sound
In this pretty little box
They tell me when to wake up
They tell me rent is due
They tell me go make money
And be sure that I consume
I see the hands a'turning
I see the pages clipped
I see my soul a'burning
In a body that's ill equipped
I'd like to fight the power
I'd like to think I'm free
But then I'm pulled back under
And the sun goes down on me
Here it is half past November
And "Nov" really means "nine"
So why can't we remember
Where we put that stitch in time?
The clock ain't much better
In fact it can feel worse
Tick Tick Tick Tick Chime Chime
All the way past Christmas's curse
The only way we'll ever be free
Is to break the hands of Time
Shun the months no season can hold
And go dancing on a dime
While the numbers float past our eyes
Our being is being held back
No amount of dead leaves will nourish us
A pox on the mighty greenback
Do you dare to smash the clocks
And burn your pinup calendar?
Dare to see the lines and shadows
The sun left over there
Perhaps there will come a golden day
Not a minute, nor date, nor hour
When humans will recall they're infinite beings
And revel in their power
Out damn clock!
Out damn calendar!
You will not deceive me
For I am your challenger!
Human Quandary
The further the distance
The closer the feeling
The sweeter the taste
The softer the memory
The gentler the pain
The greater the mystery
The circling of hearts
The surging of blood
The quickening of destiny
The illusion of love
The clearer the lesson
The dearer the face
The deeper the gaze
The faster the end will come
The Flower That Blooms in the Heart of Darkness
There is a flower that blooms only at night
When the moon is filling to full.
It is full of mystery and desire, pungent,
Its aroma fills my nostrils and I am at once repelled and compelled.
It fills me with fear, it fills me with hunger,
It drives too close to home yet promises nothing.
My insides churn when I see its luminescence in the pale moon's glow. I am absorbed, possessed, all my demons coming home to roost and rumble, roar and cavort, quaff and quibble and squirm.
Here they are now!
Behold Anger and Gluttony and Sloth,
Behold Lust, Pride and Envy.
So many Sins, so little time.
Hand me my Leather.
Let me smell that Bovine Death mixed with your skin.
A hypnotic perfume fills the air.
It is the Flower that Blooms in the Heart of Darkness.
It is all I ever wanted yet feared to be.
Do not pluck it from the ground!
Do not put it in a pot!
Let it bloom in the pale moonlight and let the Dance begin.
The Tech-Lord's Prayer
Our Father
Who art in Google
Apple by thy name
Thy iOS come
Thy upgrades be done
On my devices as it is on my laptop
Give us this day
Our daily apps
And forgive us our Androids
As we forgive those who Facebook against us
And lead us not into forced obsolescence
But deliver us from Analogue
For thine is the dotcom, the server and the wifi
Forever and ever
Amen