Sunday, August 20, 2017

sequoia (rewrite one)


I've lived in this city 
'most all of my life
the asphalt surrounds me 
where weeds used to grow
in this two-bit apartment
I watch time pass me by
and dream about places 
I never will know

down at the corner, 
an old pine tree stands
proud and tall,
out of place in this town
planted a long time ago 
by some stranger's hand
and for whatever reason, 
was never chopped down

          sometimes I sit 
          in an afternoon kitchen
          with a cup of hot coffee 
          and an unbroken dream
          and I stare out the window 
          to that big old tree
          and I swear
          sometimes it looks like sequoia to me

if a tree can claim space
on the corner of my block
maybe I've got a place
on this good earth below
maybe we're all just seeds
tossed in cracks in the sidewalk
putting in roots
and needing to grow

          sometimes I sit 
          in an afternoon kitchen
          with a cup of hot coffee 
          and an unbroken dream
          and I stare out the window 
          to that big old tree
          and I swear
          sometimes it looks like sequoia to me


Saturday, August 19, 2017

one more sequoia verse


if a tree can claim space
on the corner of my block
maybe I'll find my place
on this good earth below
we're just like seeds tossed
in a crack in the sidewalk
putting in roots
and needing to grow


Friday, August 18, 2017

just yesterday


I still see you
like it was just yesterday
after the parties
drunk at Denny's
talking shit
I still expect you
to walk in the door your usual way
needing to piss
too much beer
overdoing it a bit

          so why did you leave
          and why am I still here
          I don't know what to believe
          my eyes aren't clear

I can still hear you
like it was just yesterday
slide on finger
pick in hand
glass on strings
I still expect you
to get your guitar and play
Keith Richard
Lou Reed
you made Santa Paula sing

          so why did you leave
          and why am I still here
          there are things I can't conceive
          that you heard crystal clear

I can still learn from you
like it was just yesterday
melodies
lyrics
you saved my life, you know
I still expect you
to share your magic 
microphones
and music
voices on the radio

          so why did you leave
          and why am I still hear
          I have no idea
          the answer's not clear
          why did you leave
          why am I still here
          I hope to be with you
          after I disappear

I still see you
like it was just yesterday


Thursday, August 17, 2017

this fuckin' world


this fuckin' world
Jesus Christ
can you believe
this mess we're in
you try and try
with all your might
and each time
it's harder to begin
again
maybe you just can't win
but giving in 
is a crying shame
and a secular sin
this fuckin' world
the fuckin' people within

this fuckin' world
holy smokes!
every single day
the rich guy steals
from the poot
and claims it's the holy way
okay
I have no idea what to say
but giving in
can't be an option
we must have faith someway
this fuckin' world
I can only hope to see
people like you and me
taking responsibility
for this fuckin' world

we have to believe


Wednesday, August 16, 2017

another sequoia verse


if a tree can claim space
on the corner of my block
maybe I'll find my place
on this brown dirt below
we're only seeds
tossed in cracks in the sidewalk
putting in roots
and needing to grow


Tuesday, August 15, 2017

eternal valentine


let's synchronize our watches
to 3/4 time
let's make sure our phrases
are all perfect rhymes
I will be your 
eternal valentine
and you can be mine too


Monday, August 14, 2017

sequoia (last verse attempt)


if I could speak the language of trees
I'd ask how it felt to be so tall
I'd ask all about the old memories
and hear the questions it asks of us all
and if I could answer back
I'd nod and say "You're not alone"
we're all just weeds in a sidewalk crack
wanting and needing to grow