"Feather on Shingle"

I'm feather on shingle
Chalk on the sidewalk
Sketch of buffalo skull

I’m treasures in death drain
Pawn on the cardboard
Vapor of planes flying by

Live for your place
Damn, write where you are
If I had your address
We'd be truer to art

You’re broadening your senses
I’m keeping mine restrained
So no one can afford the price
Extraterrestrial markets pay
For a second in my brain stream
It ain’t no ego thing
Cause once they dig inside me
With phosphorescent limbs
They indulge in the cosmic nothing
Where words are of no use
And flesh is just a memory
Bound to fade and lose

I’m pinto clouds of dawn
Blaze voice on the saddle
Any shade you pick

I’m dancing dead crusaders
Masts of void galleons
Crumbling into sleep

At night the shade falls slower
Some say it’s poetry
To me it’s just a pint of
Assorted shrubbery
So drink while night allows you
Take that sweetening spear
Leave poetry to the restless
To them such words are dear

"One Scalpel Cut"

Time is a cruel machine
A photograph box
Schedule of dreams
Love is a cruel machine
Colder than ice
Strictly obscene

Temporary joys
Fleeting gadgets and toys
Selling their girls and boys
Driving them nuts
Reading an old French novel
Thinking of Alfred Nobel
Watching my love unravel
One scalpel cut

Life is a cruel machine
A poem you lost
An old worn LP
Peace is a cruel machine
Controlling the war
Under your skin

Temporary joys
Fleeting gadgets and toys…

Trust is a cruel machine
Leading you blind
Confessing your sins
Lust is a cruel machine
Wearing your eyes
Observing your scenes

Temporary joys
Fleeting gadgets and toys…

"Stationary Girl"

You’re waking up
You can’t remember where or when
You fill your cup
With plastic coffee full of sand
You’re doing time
In this ugly hotel room
And you don’t care (You’re all alone)
For distant fragrance of the moon (Except for crayons and the moon)

Don’t you know
Somebody loves you anyway
Don’t you know
Somebody’s seeing you today

You’re shaking off
Dust and shine of yesterday
They’re just the same
After hours gone away
Your quiet drift
Thru endless alleys, fruitless arms
Unnoticed wind
That’s the kind that’s blowing hard

Don’t you know
Somebody loves you anyway
Don’t you know
Somebody’s seeing you today

You’re walking out
Into the street you know too well
You call it stage
Some call it prison, others hell
You lived here long
You couldn’t tell your ups from downs
Your world is flat
Your only orbit circles town

Don’t you know
Somebody loves you anyway
Don’t you know
Somebody’s seeing you today

You’re just too lonely
To be put away
You’re just too fragile
To be taken on your way

"Bikini Buddha"

Sitting on the beach
Dreaming of god’s hand reaching down
Sifting tons of sand
Looking at the seashells that he found
Knowing he must grow
Feeling that his life is circling round
Same old circumstance
Thrown between the flowers and the hounds

He knows he’s got to travel
He’s a Buddha after all
He knows he’s just a kid now
He’s like the fools who rule the world

He drinks his slow martini
He’s so outdated in his hat
He’s searching for a meaning
On mossy rocks where sages sat
He feels his destination
Enlightened doorways in the sun
He sees it in his mind’s eye
His only mission is to run

He knows he’s got to travel
He’s a Buddha after all
He knows he’s just a kid now
He’s like the fools who rule the world

He puts on his sunglasses
Reincarnation missed the door
He walks on dark molasses
Into an endless diamond hall
The world it is so silent
When he begins to speak the truth
He knows the old are lost
But he is reaching out for youth

He knows they’ve got to travel
He’s a Buddha after all
He knows they’re just a joke now
They’re like the fools who rule the world

"Year of the Watermelon Moon"

Clean bed was a luxury
New boots a dream come true
Guitar strings were always old
Cars were always used
Meals were cheap and booze was warm
Drugs were out of reach
Streets were dirty, time ran slow
On codeine and bleach

And I would kill for just one night
In a painted heated room
Life was hard but beautiful
In the year of the watermelon moon

Driving long on buses cold
Lonely like the world
Headed for the outskirt waste
Frozen to the bone
Clothes were always full of holes
Sky was filled with rain
You said it finally made us clean
Gave our hollow love a name

And I would kill for a night with you
In a neon lit saloon
Love was strong and glasses full
In the year of the watermelon moon

Drifting with the thieves and bums
Gypsy blood was wild
I’m sure I had few drops in me
When I roved the ancient night
Suitcase and a guitar case
That’s all I needed then
Highways waited for my song
The girls were young and brave

And I would kill for just one kiss
But it ended way too soon
Time was cruel for his favorite fools
In the year of the watermelon moon