the sky conspires a surprise for your mind
as you walk down the alley where the lovers hide.
they play their games, makeup for the past
while you look to the sky, searching promises that last.

livin' life blues

brush your teeth well

wear them shoes,

must wake on time, even if you’ve got the blues.

a dozen and more

sleepy minds in a box,

where the fool speaks, of the alligator and the fox.

see them younger ones

travellin’ on long legs,

they’re so sure o’ themselves, till they down a peg.

the days go by

still prisoned in your cell,

you tried to stay right, but the axe just fell.

you say you love her

she says she’ll love you best,

by the end of next evening, she’s with someone else.

call her at noon

and call her every night,

she’s gotten your heart, now she wants your time.

pretty girls here

and pretty girls there,

you wanna grow some balls, but all you do is stare.

you do the rock n roll

try to save your mortal soul,

by the end o’ the year, you’ll still be in the hole.

so I just sit around

and get real high,

write a line o’ poesy, till my time draws nigh.

They are the young and they are the wild,
too busy being divided, into wrong or right.

I sit and stare at the crescent in the sky,
searching a kiss, from my maiden of the night.

they watched him go,
all wrapped in white and ready for the last show.
their lives still paying out their dues,
the death of a son smeared across their faces.

sister death

its the nearest thing to rock 'n roll,
a soothing balm to a rotten soul,
when the time is blue, it looks to the african sunsets;
a living experiment in human kindness.

ronnie came and broke me heart,
rita just couldn't get me up,
me lying wasted in the dark,
dreaming of me sara tart.

i wish the snow would come,
come from sunrise and wait past the yellow moon
and leave everyone as cold as i.

verses of human life
sketch sweet harmonies within the twists and the bends,
repainting reality;
as an angel reads the book of the devil.