City Island

Gloryhole

 

Gloryhole, motherlode; it’s endless,

you’re colorless, odorless, freefall

brilliant narcissist

Like a shot in the dark

from our heavy, heavy hands -

it hits hard and they feel the shock

 

Gloryhole, motherlode; it’s endless

and I saw a sign, it said

‘the future is right this way’

So you get behind the barricades

Unless you want to play the war game

 

We are all

the stars of

all the conversations

 

The Light of 1000 Televisions

 

Fuck the words

Here comes the beat

Da da da da da....

I was amazed

that all you wanted was this...

little ‘da da da’

 

The promises of Friday nights

get messier to keep

The promises of Friday nights

get messier to keep

 

I was amazed that all you

wanted was this...

 

Lost in the Commotion (Tunnel Visions)

 

I was lost in the commotion

A crowded room - you were laughing hard

all like actors in some silent movie

make the rent and play your part

I was messy and feeling nervous

all my edges hanging out

and hands run over my back like fishes

 

(your tunnel vision has me all freaked out

the violins sound like violence and all

the words are dropping like bombs)

 

Did I see you standing by the broken

screen door?

Quietly smoking like there was no one here

at all?

You’re so good at seeing past people now

You’re so good at seeing past people now

 

Ride This Thing

 

(shotgun, stop light, brake hard, cop guard, green light, gas card, truck stop, turn on, shotgun, shop rite, quick check, green light, red light, moonlight, steak house, turn right, shhhh….)

 

sign in, sign out

white sheets

burn out

someday, somewhere

glow lights, joy ride

meet me at the crossroads

at the sign where the

deers cross

cars turn, wheels hit

like waves…

 

and oh, can you ride this thing?

oh, can you ride this thing?

straight on

can you ride this thing?

straight on…

 

Things We Spent

 

In the fake chill of summer

and the radiator heat

i sit down to write you a letter

just like the old fashioned days

back when time wasn’t money

or just something we spent

 

suddenly i am hallucinating

suddenly we are all made of stars

 

Happy Ending

 

i have time to give you

and not just digital words

when we’re sick of money spending

there’s just music in bed on a sunday afternoon

 

i tend i tend i tend to tell you…

everything.

everything.

 

no one wants our happy ending

they want love that got fucked up

and blew away

they want love that got messed up

and blew away

 

it’s not like there are never explosions

in joy and suffering gets old anyways

 

Outpost

 

Come inside, the light is gone, the days are long...

I need this time to reach a sense of peace

deliverance is leaving

Fluorescent lights and metal so

polished it hurts to look at.

Here I am, finally, at home with you it’s easy

to turn it off drown it out shutter it in and zone out

I will be the woman on the horse waiting for you

at the outpost

 

Come along I’ll bring you in

tobacco stained and reeking

Map the scars all up your arms

and make a balm for the lesions

Never shake, it’s warm enough -

here’s something hot for you to drink down

Be the guest, be the one at the center

of attention

 

Milemarker

 

You’re getting so good at saying goodbye

every city you leave

and the people you were mapping out…

the person you’ll be…

with every milemarker…

and all the trees…

 

the 79 things you left in

her garage are

making new homes by now…

your ’75 Ford Falcon

you only got $1055

 

and you only told one lie

but the devil touched your heart

it turned to glass

and pied piper played a lustful tune you followed…