When I Fly

Even the largest trees
look tiny against the Indiana sky
some words about god were spoke to me
who do I follow? a Hoosier asked me why

smaller still I see
pawn shops and autobody lies
we are not students sent to learn to be
but to help you learn to cry

just build it up to tear it down
so we grow that coping frown
write the words to erase
its ok. Your son is gone.
yet you still take it out on pawns

its

ok

to listen to me
like your tiny trees
leaves tired of being green
bring me home, lesson complete

its about being together
and not being alone in the sky

Stop signs

Open your eyes to the world
And find your mind
Squint enough and you’ll see
Read the guiding signs

On an Indiana highway
I coined the term
Made up a word
billboard skyscape

It’s not me anymore
But they can still guess my name
Left from the shape
A ghost of the place
A brandscaped American
Desolate waste
Shaped like an M or
A jack in the box face

I am the shadow of what’s to come

My past a reflection on a pond

What once was will never be
What’s to be I clearly see
When the futures burnt in shadow
Shapes of buildings tell their scenes
What they say is history
what repeats is not for free
And not what I wanted to read
The past was just a dream
A youthful joy that’s done left me

There’s a plane in the sky
Someone traveling the night
Looking to see the world
A young boy or eager girl

They’ll find home
Where they roam
Was the place they left behind
And the road
Is so cold
By the time it’s you, you find
the ones you left
Who loved you
Said that they didn’t mind

They lied

Ash Tree

A televised revolution
In the farmland destitution
A tumbleweed blew me into town

A 40 something punk solution
Blame it on Russian collusion
I triggered another Facebook clown

Why are they called party’s
When we are so divided?
A social distortion a dead Kennedy
America of states the United.

We found a common ground
Quoting Bukowski til dawn’s first shadow
We pushed daisies up through the brown
A pugilist and a pansy in the gallows

But you tried too hard old bay city doll
The social norms you’d bend
You’re the “sell out” in suburban scrawl
So I busted the bar and out drank your friends

You’re a bum on the Fresno streets
Operation: Ivy league washed up punk
It’s sad really you’re not even a freak
Your piss a descendant on borrowed shoes of a drunk

You’ll never leave a word behind
Wrongly quote a hero and drink yourself blind
And all the kids in peace were right
We did change the world

the

war is in your mind

The magnolia

In shadows of smashed trailer parks
Busted car graveyards
and shady loan sharks

I paid for my gas
Through bullet proof glass

Plywood fences graffiti wars
Boarded up churches and dollar stores

A hungry old dog found rotten catfish bones
Under a capsized boat on an overgrown road

A young girl plays the blues, wants to make me cry
A song about her scared hands
Pill dried eyes she’s scared to die
Scared to stay here in the delta
but too afraid to fly

Trace the bathroom floor tiles with my toe
Suitcase spilled open as the hotel room door
theres a fog in the southern moonshine glow
If I wear my lipstick to bed dad calls me a whore

But I’m keeping the makeup on, storm horns may blow
When the Bolivar shows the bodies the painted faces will glow
Mom would want me looking pretty
When I finally make the tv shows

On the other side of town
Old Mrs Jackson lays her husband down
Ratified the 13th so late on cotton row
Raise confederates as the soul food smokes
Keeping Cleveland as boring
As Southbound Mississippi’s flow

Infantasy or Snakes on a plane

We can ride on the backs of a million devils
If you’d like that
Sharpen my teeth as you
Pull my head back

Airports are like
Like a graveyard
No one wants to stay here
Stay forever
Would you like that?

Just move on

When you came onboard
The beasts all went away
Entitlements crashed rows before
As you kept us all awake

I’m not even sure what standards I’ve set
Or who I hoped you’d be
In my world not yours well I’d expect
Something my shallow self’d rather see
or maybe just someone not touching me

Miles above as years below
In turbulence we smile and say
say hello
Accept the behaviors of a child
I’d be the one to blame if love died
If I didn’t play peekaboo,
With you.
who cried?
Ears popped when the truth I tried
Whether an infant or grown man inside
Trays up, it’s the end
End of your ride
I won’t smile as my space you’ve plied
Onboard with #metoo the snake’s genocide

Sprung training

Grand Floridian pre season ball
I am with an amputated leg in the hall
My brittle wifi fingers explore your stall
lizards darting stopping wet from the walls

The VA spilleth over old warship bones
No hospital beds
No PTSD meds
I’ve made everyplace my home
So much so now I’m all alone

As you push me away
my tongue dives deeper more
The manatees in the sway
We were younger before

A nice family you’ve made
Oh wait shit that’s mine
A fool I’ve chosen travel
The old state of sunshine

Only with wires fondled,
humid climax
I packed the pill bottle,
stupid attacks
I’ve hacked the throttle,
Cupid is back
Put it….
Put us here the weather is fine
And the old soldiers well, they won’t pay no mind
To them it’s just noises
Remembered places, different times
Arch your back
While I’m still on the line

An internet connection
Service set identified
If I’m cut off I’m dissected
Need your Skype though it’s died

A text from a past too drunk to respond
That buzzing from the creek
A flamingo at dawn