oxygen dances

oxygen dances
in your lungs and your bloodstream
mixing with the drugs

go to bed

breathe easy
you are tired
you are hurting
you are stressed
go to bed 
inspired
knowing you have 
done your best
tomorrow
waits ahead
with its dark
and troubled skies
but right now
go to bed
just lie down
and close your eyes

Of resurrection, of rebirth

Hey, happy Easter, man.

Happy Easter yourself, farmboy. How are you spending this wonderful holiday?

I'm at home. I'm actually making an Easter dinner for myself. Nothing fancy, you know, but more than I normally make.

What are you having?

Baked chicken, roasted sweet peppers with carrots and onion, and brown rice. No dessert. Diet Pepsi, which is a real treat for me.

I like Easter. I like the whole spiritual thing of resurrection. I think it's fuckin' beautiful, man. Seriously.

I believe you, farmboy. I think it's beautiful, too,

Great minds think alike.

I like the idea of resurrection, of rebirth. What it means with Jesus, of course, but also as a metaphor for a whole mess of things in our lives. 

Sounds like a song lyric to me.

Well, if it isn't, then it damn well should be, you know? I don't know if I'm equipped to write it, if I've been through enough.

It would be interesting for you to try.

Yeah, yeah, I notice the "you" in there. Why don't you try writing it?

Because I'm not a songwriter. You're the songwriter, farmboy.

Well, okay, maybe someday I'll write what I can about birth and death and resurrection. But it damn well better have a good beat and I better be able to dance to it, man.

plant a seed (possible bridge)

look at all 
the crops you're growing
all because 
of the seeds you're sowing
fruits and veggies 
for more juice
look at all
those acres of fresh produce

plant a seed, rough draft

pull the weeds
push the dirt
toil the soil
it's hard work
find the shovel
dig the hole
fetch some water
bless your soul
go perform a earthly deed
plant a seed

growing up
making roots
little plant
ain't it cute?
give it sun
give it water
raise it up 
like you oughta
satisfaction guaranteed
plant a seed

watermelon
rutabaga
scalloped, baked,
or mashed potata
rhubarb
cherry
apple pie
avocado
my, my, my
lots of hungry mouths to feed
plant a seed

evidence

I used to think I was a lowlife loser
I once believed I was born to fail
a mustache charlie and a backstreet boozer
but now the truth prevails
I got something up my sleeve
I once was lost, but now I believe

I can see that love can be true
because of you
I got evidence
I don't know what else to do
but follow through
I got evidence
I used to doubt I could be somebody
but I know now it's not true
I got evidence in you

plant a seed, another verse

watermelon
rutabaga
scalloped, baked,
or mashed potata
rhubarb
cherry
apple pie
avocado
my, my, my
lots of hungry
mouths to feed
plant a seed