Half my life has settled into Time to try the things we never Make your mind up about it White third eye embroidered on the Waves wash out the water green and Serpentine the river bending And I’ve wasted half the night Counting cards…

I come up to the surface And take a breath on my return Crystal waters on the surface Light gets swallowed down below And it’s the same way with my feelings About you they stay much the same Twenty years wrapped up in paper Tied it up…

You were here then you were gone Crystal black in morning cold Hand too tired to touch the earth Or stars above Moravia Born under a silent moon At your feet the hens and mules Bay and cry, I know they do Here I am, and where are you…

I see my footsteps in the garden I hardly recognized the feet The ruddy clay in Carolina Impressions there in front of me The stalks above collecting daylight Conceal their mysteries down below For who I am I too traipse your garden If…

This old road bends round the lakeside Round every little tiny curve They drained the water out one morning So now it’s just a field of dirt The little houses rest uneven Upon the dried up empty shore I feel the absence all around me…

The truth is it’s useless to ponder it I’m helpless, I’m selfish for needing it And what do you buy for the guy who created the universe? So biblical, to trivial to manifest No confidence, no eucharist for those like us And what do…

I awake one morning in the dark before the day Somehow knowing light will soon be creeping in this place Some guy out there starts his engine, warming up his car Birds of prey complete the cycle, rats crawl out from underneath the barn…