U were tall, hair black as midnight

When we kissed in autumn twilight

And the dead leaves danced in the cold

When we were just eight years old



Geese fly south so they wont die

My heart flies east and so will I

Though the highway’s a slurry of sand and dirty snow

My place is always with you so i gotta go


The snow’s coming down in Highlandtown

Ice skaters weave and juke and then fall down

In Dundalk the tree’s a hundred feet high

And tomorrow I have to leave you again.   WHY?

The Dark and the Park

Staying here or leaving is the hardest part
Living or dying some night here in bed
Staying safe in the walls of the heart
Or working everything in my head

Lying awake in the dark
The moon’s gaze mocks me
Scary as nighttime in the park
But here in this room i cannot be

So i get dressed in this room
Cussing the things in the dark
Though I might be doomed
I’m gonna walk in the park

Ode to the Beast

Here’s the Scrotum of the opera
Disguised as Jean Valjean
The boxcar he came outta
Spews X Rays on the lawn

The power of Christ compels him
To keep an eye on the Holy Land
In case things there go sour
Things you’d never understand

He says there’s no future
Just a soiled and ruptured past
The present is unsure
And we aren’t meant to last

That drowsy beast is slouching
But the Scrotum’s in the gym
So the beast turns left at Chunking
Away from Bethlehem

Author’s note: For the inspiration for the last verse I am indebted to WB Yeats’ 1919 poem “The Second Coming.”

Country Song

Each day I drive by the house where she used to be
It’s empty, cold and dead inside like me
The window’s bolted tight, a spider web’s on the door
As the dreary summer rain begins to pour

Darlin, you sure fucked me up bad when you left me
I know i cant love a memory the rest of my life
But you see Darlin
My life ended when you walked out that door
So I guess I’ll get my guitar
And write a song called You Broke my Heart so Fuck You

She Aint coming back
And my whole world is black
Aint nobody here
But just me drinkin’ beer

Heavy pedal steel ending

Soaring West

When you knock me down
I get back up
So I dont drown
In your cyanide cup

A glutton for punishment I was born
We dont get to choose these things
So soak me with your scorn
To give your own heart wings

Like the cat that comes back
I will always return to you
With broken bones, with broken back
It’s my life’s work to do

Some day I’ll soar west
Toward the promised land
Till then stay safe in your own heart’s nest
And I’ll live in my head if I can


Author’s note: In the last verse some of you may recognize the allusion to Wordsworth’s Stepping Westward and to a poem by John Donne called Riding Westward.