24 in 24 – Hour 20

LULLABY FOR EXISTENTIAL SWEATS IN THE PREDAWN

Bear down upon me
Circle me round
When the clock ticks
The heartbeats will pound
When the clock strikes
At four in the morn
Who’ll be there to catch you
And wrap you up warm?

Don’t fall asleep, baby
Don’t call it quits
Don’t close your eyes, baby
‘Cause that’s when time hits
Takes little bits of you
It won’t ever stop
Stay strong when you say it:
“I won’t fear the clock”

24 in 24 – Hour 20

24 in 24 – Hour 4

YOU JUST MIGHT BE ABLE TO THINK YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS

There, you’ve done it again

Got ideas in your head

Red gloves on your hands

And a million reasons for this rain 

Don’t stop running

Keep a grim front on your face

 ‘Cause no one cares how you look anymore

So they will never see you coming

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick

Wind it up and go

You just might bring it all down

With big ideas and a well-timed kick

24 in 24 – Hour 4

Angel Dust

You're a woman,

You're a ghost,

You're a war,

You're a blast,

You're a breath,

You're a beat,

You're a man.

We’re the ones who understand

You.

You’re a woman,

You’re a speck,

You’re a spark,

You’re a maze,

You’re a tube,

You’re a man,

You're a game.

We’re the ones who know your names.

We’re the book tucked on your shelf.

We’re the tongues that pray for help.

We're the wing-eyed, cloven-hoofed.

We're the mercy seat unhooked.

We’re the we’re the we’re the We

and you’re the You still unfolding.
Angel Dust

A Garden Under Darkness

And the want goes on and on
I wish you were in my arms
I wish you were in my bed
I wish we were in the garden
tending to the nightshades
so that they grow up strong

If I could have that
If I could have just that
Do you think we ever get exactly what we want
Do you think we ever know exactly what we want

If you’re not in my arms
it don’t matter how we're dressed
it don’t matter how we’re torn
and broken by the world
I wander the garden at night alone
and the want goes on and on

If I could have that
If I could have just that
Do you think we ever get it
Do you think we ever know
A Garden Under Darkness

Syllabus

I'm a student 
I do homework
I’m a student
I read books
I read books
I’m a student
I’m getting graded
I’m a student
I’m a student
I read short stories
I I I read poems
I read histories
I read formulas
I read policies
I’m a student
I’m my work
I got expelled
I got suspended
I got caught up
I got a process
I got a plan
I’m a student
I do work
I’m in a class
I am a class
I do work
I’m a student
I do work
I’m studying to be
I’m studying work
I’m a student
I’m paying attention
I’m reading things
I’m being examined
I’m keeping up
I’m falling behind
I’m falling out
I’m falling off
I’m falling down
I’m a learner
I’m a student
I do homework
I’m breaking hearts
I’m figuring it out
I’m becoming
I’m presenting
I’m reporting
I’m dissertating
I’m a student
I’m matriculating
I’m in a room
I’m reading books
I do work
I’m really getting this
I’ve got questions
I’m a wonderer
I’m a wanderer
I’m asking questions
I can’t let it go
Syllabus

Country Lament #223,804

You were the hungry one.

You were the ornery one;

the haunted one that survived…

the only one I ever loved.

You were the hopeful one. 

You were the faithful one;

the sacred one I waited for…

the only, only one.

Now I know without you

how the slow days go so lonely.

Now I know without you

 how lonely days go slow.

Now I know how isolation

spreads everywhere like cancer.

Now I know how it feels to be

some fruit left on the vine…

long past picking time.

You were the precious one 

I can’t let go of.

You were the cautious one 

I couldn’t fool.

You left me lifetimes

to remember, darling.

Now I’m living lifetimes

of over-ripe regret.

Country Lament #223,804

Monkey, Chasing Weasel

There will be no purpose
to them, to them

And there will be no purpose
to them

There will be no purpose
to them, to them

No, there will be no purpose
to them

The creatures great, the creatures small
came when called to gather 'round.
When long ago the gods did make
their creature-gathering sounds.

From within a semi-circle vast
and ever deep and wide,
the creatures held their holy deities
in such sparkling, innocent eyes.

The gods they spoke in hushed tones,
so rumbling, low, and grave.
Hushed tones that turned the creatures' hearts
to a dismal, grey dismay.

The gods proclaimed, then disappeared
each one by one by one.
And nothing did they leave behind
save Earth and Moon and Sun.

The creatures held each others’ hands 
to help them ease their pain.
Then some began to sing a song
to sing their hurts away:

There will be no purpose
to them, to them

And there will be no purpose
to them

There will be no purpose
to them, to them

No, there will be no purpose
to them
Monkey, Chasing Weasel

It’s Halloween

Well, the pumpkins are glowing
The candy is flowing
And nobody knows
Where the ghosts are a’going

Cause it’s Halloween
And all I wanna do
Is dress up like a werewolf
And kiss all over you

Yeah it’s Halloween
And all I wanna do
Is dress up like a werewolf
And kiss all over you

And maybe trick or treat
Until we’re black and blue

And when the moon goes down
And it looks like we are through

We’re gonna drink ourselves
Some crazy witches’ brew

We’re gonna scream
We’re gonna howl
We’re gonna moan
We’re gonna growl

Cause it’s Halloween
And all I wanna do
Is dress up like a werewolf
And kiss all over you

Yeah the pumpkins are glowing
You know the candy is flowing

And no body knows
Where the ghastly ghosts are going

On Halloween
Oh on Halloween
It’s my favorite scene
Do you know what I mean?

It’s Halloween
Oh Halloween
I keep my coffin clean
When it’s Halloween

That’s right
it’s Halloween
and all I wanna do
Is dress up like a werewolf
And kiss all over you

Kiss all over you
Kiss all over you
Kiss all over you
Kiss all over you

It’s Halloween

True vampires

do not fear the sun

True vampires

fear running water

creatures undying

from thirst

I am not a true vampire

because I fear nothing

except the sounds of life:

my heartbeat beat beating

thick blood that pulses against the walls of aging veins carrying to everything the air I come from and am becoming

I have seen true vampires

hesitating, panting, pacing along the river quays

calling out to family and friends

forever stuck in place

until the river changes course

or exhausts itself

into a winding, weaving trail of ash and dust

I have seen true vampires

And I fear nothing except the sounds of life

True vampires