Tucson

      Tucson

They took to the road with a map and a stash
and stoned at a truck stop, paused for a break.
Wore scalloped mirror bug-eyed reflective sunglasses,
Bought donuts and coffee to keep them awake.

They’d stumbled out with idiot laughter
But back on the road the smiles turned to pouts
As two silenced brothers reached for cold coffee
and French swirl donuts congealed in their mouths.

——

Signs for free 5 pound steaks if eaten in an hour
started appearing in southern Illinois,
thru Missouri, Oklahoma, into Amarillo, Texas,
home of the lone star and hungry cowboys.

Onward they drove as the dry plain expanded
With mesas and storm cloud mountains revealed.
Thru the desert to Tucson, their destination,
with the bond of a brotherhood forever sealed.

——

The years rolled on by and the hairlines receded.
One grew a gut and one a bum knee.
A continent spread out between the two brothers
still resonating on the same frequency.

Two parents smile down with loving approval
Send laughter and warmth from the great beyond.
Whisper their names in the breeze when it’s blowing,
and beam like the sun at the two brothers’ bond.

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Two Brothers

      Two Brothers

First brother set the house on fire,
licking flames dancing higher.
Second brother rose to run
when he seen what he had done.

But he stood there transfixed
at what he had just witnessed.
Sparks swirled and scattered round them,
thinking ‘bout the blood that bound them.

Second brother then heard
First brother say these words:
“Now the reason you’ll learn,
did it just to see it burn.”

=====

Second brother brushed the ashes
Shook his coat and wiped his glasses
Took a bottle, poured a drink.
Said “I need some time to think.”

First brother sat next to the other.
They had a drink and then another.
By night’s end with the rising sun,
they both knew what had to be done.

Out they stepped into the morning
And without a word of warning
Second brother took his turn,
He lit a house, they watched it burn.

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Genbaboom (jen-buh-boom)

      Genbaboom

My generation, born of the greatest,
coming of age to a dark bells toll.
Idealism, a flower in a gun barrel,
entrusted with the national soul.

My generation deployed to rock and roll
and fought in a jungle at seventeen.
And when it was over, returned to a country
had no idea of what we had seen.

My generation watched as a president
betrayed the trust and was held to account.
We saw the same thing, the truth was apparent.
There’s no other way, the leader was out.

 

My generation settled into easy living.
Got older and so far from our youth.
Once had a hunger, now got whatever.
We search for the remote, not for the truth.

My generation split like a tree trunk,
bought into charlatans hate filled lies.
Soon it was brother turned against brother.
Common ground lost, goodwill died.

My generation now sickened and sun-blind,
once entrusted with the national soul,
will pass on the flame, turn over the keys,
and fade away, disgraced and old.

Fade away, disgraced and old.

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Epilogue

      Epilogue

Epilogue

Born into a family, fifth of five.
We lived beneath the same roof for some time.
Then one by one we began dispersing,
and the last departure then was mine.
We set off for school, jobs and families,
with spouses and children of our own.
Now the passing of seasons dim memories
of a family, together, long ago.

They wed on a Baltic summer afternoon.
One year later the three of them were gone.
Westward heading, they began their journey,
sailing off into the unknown.
The path they shared then began to widen,
and one day it split into two lanes.
And tho they all traveled on together,
it never would return to one again.

Soon from the other side, will you hear me
when I play a passage meant to move?
Now my notes linger with sadness
as I de-tune and lose the groove.

Both of you were born on a Monday,
and from the first day you did things your way.
I watched you grow and become you,
and with your mother, helped you on your way.
Took such pride as you came of age.
My soul’s put at peace to see you two.
And now, tho you live in another place,
I never do feel apart from you.

Soon from the other side, will you hear me
when I play in a certain style?
And when there is a moment in your daydreams,
may the specter of my face look upon you with a loving smile.

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A Prodigal Son

      A Prodigal Son

A Prodigal Son

I walked thru their door,
I stepped into the night.
With the home-light burning I didn’t look back.
I drove thru the night
into the morning sun,
down a ribbon of highway, never did look back.
I tried to reason with him.
I tried to calm and still her.
To show the sense of doing it my way.
I had no answer for them,
had no explanation
for why I couldn’t consider what they say.
Words lovingly delivered to me
never were accepted.
Disregarding common sense
is what you’ve might expected from
A Prodigal Son.

But I saw the world turn,
I saw good and the bad.
I saw what I never could dream.
And I lived in that world,
And I loved there too.
Lingering, embraced and serene.
I gazed from highest mountains,
to purest clouds below.
My spirit rose and brushed the bluest sky.
I crawled down in the valley
Beside the river of sorrow,
and bathed in the tears of humankind.
The blessings of a dreamer child
I wouldn’t wish upon you.
While he dreams they experience
the pleasures of insomnia from
A Prodigal Son.

Wandered on back,
from the wilderness,
with my own kin in tow.
Now I got a wife,
and two beautiful girls,
and they dwell in the core of my soul.
I meant to get home sooner,
but I am a late bloomer.
They are getting older, as we all are.
And then we turned the corner,
and we approached the front door.
The home-light’s covered, dark and cold.
The flame they tended is extinguished,
and my loved ones departed.
We’ll raise the home-light again
and with a flame will start it from
A Prodigal Son.

I’m feeling their arms reaching out to me.
I’m seeing their light surrounding me.
I’m hearing their voices are calling me.
I’m wishing to merge once again with them.
To shed my earthly scar tissue then.
To understand again,
we have always been one,
we have always been one,
we have always been one,
and always will be.

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Obliteration

      Obliteration

A kiss is a kiss,
is just a kiss.
A kiss is a kiss,
nothing more nothing less.

A kiss is a kiss,
a promise of bliss,
a promise of bliss.

Obliteration
Obliteration

A kiss is a kiss,
is just a kiss.
A kiss is to know
worthy and blessed.

A kiss is a crime
in the dark alley of an
embrace that’s not mine.
A homicide, a kiss is a crime.

Obliteration
(repeats)

A kiss is a kiss,
is just a kiss.
A promise of bliss,
nothing more nothing less.

(Outro)

Obliteration
(repeats)

A kiss…
Obliteration

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East West

      East West

East West

The skies’ half circle surrounds us again
The skies’ half circle surrounds us again

East West, East West
A continent before we can rest

East West, East West
A continent before we can rest

Its just the way the world turns
It’s just the way it turns
Its just the way the world turns
From east to west.

You know its all in your head
You know its all in your heart
You know it’s all within you
To make a new start

East West, East West
A continent before we can rest

It’s just the way that we turn
It’s just the way we turn
It’s just the way that we turn
From east to west

You know the places you been
You know the faces you seen
You know the life that you’ve lived
You lived in a dream.

East West, East West
A continent before we can rest

The skies’ half circle surrounds us again
The skies’ half circle surrounds us again

East West, East West
A continent before we can rest

It’s just the way a life turns
It’s just the way life turns
It’s just the way a life turns
From east to west

You know the voice in your head
You know the voice in your heart
You know the voice within you
Says make a fresh start

East West, East West
A continent before we can rest

(break)

East West, East West
A continent before we can rest

Its just the way the world turns
It’s just the way it turns
Its just the way the world turns
From east to west.

You know the places you been
You know the faces you seen
You know the life that you’ve lived
You lived in a dream.

East West, East West
A continent before we can rest

East West, East West
A continent before we can rest

The skies’ half circle surrounds us again
The skies’ half circle surrounds us again

(repeats)

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Days Are Few

      Days Are Few

Days Are Few

Words
of the wise,
guidance
of age,
cannot shake
or sway what you
know to be true.

Rules
of the road,
gravity
itself,
in your youth
means nothing
to you.

Your whirling of dervishes, drunken and wild
in cathedrals where lost souls pray
come back to haunt you, in your reflections,
debt that you cannot re-pay.

Fields
of your days,
blazing
at night.
Calculate
what the flame
has consumed.

Seasons
that turn
render
barren reserves
in light of
golden harvest moons.

Now winter wind blows cold and curls round your neck
as your house echoes empty and still.
Shadows grow long, curtains are drawn
and embers are stirred in the chill.

Voice
of a childs’
ghost
on the trail
that leads
‘neath the snow
from the shore.

Steps
wandering,
circle
about,
across
the cold
forest floor.

If I could reach out across the divide
and deliver you safe on your way,
shake you and wake you, re-direct you
to’ve known what I know today.

Days Are Few
They spill from our hands like grains of sand
And fade from our distant view.

Days Are Few
Leaving no trace as we pass thru our days
stumbling after truth.

Days Are Few

Days Are Few

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Mother’s Kitchen

St. Vitus Dance
St. Vitus Dance
      Mother's Kitchen

(Words and Music by John Halka)

Do the invisible shuffle
with the California muscle.
You really try to hustle
when the leaves start to rustle.
Well, come on down don’t hesitate.
Everybody’s waitin’ don’t be late.
Mother’s Kitchen you’ll meet,
your mate.

Join the continental habit.
Feel the wind now grab it.
Catch a speedy rabbit.
You know it’s your turn to have it.
Well everybody’s watchin’ don’t be late.
Telephone’s ringing, see how you wait.
Mother’s Kitchen…

Don’t look over your shoulder
‘cause you’re so much older.
The wind is always colder
when you reach out to hold her.
Well, come on down don’t hesitate.
Everybody’s here you don’t have to wait.
Mother’s Kitchen you’ll meet,
your mate.

Do the invisible shuffle
with the California muscle.
You really try to hustle
when the leaves start to rustle.
Well, come on down don’t hesitate.
Everybody’s watchin’ don’t be late.
Mother’s Kitchen you’ll meet,
your mate.

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Matchbox

St. Vitus Dance
St. Vitus Dance
      Matchbox

(Words and Music Carl Perkins)

Well, I’m sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes
Yeah, I’m sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes
I ain’t got no matches
But I got a long way to go

I’m an ol’ poor boy and a long way from home
I’m an ol’ poor boy and a long way from home
Guess I’ll never be happy
Everything I do is wrong, yeah

Well, let me be your little dog
Till your big dog comes
Let me be your little dog
Till your big dog come
When the big dog gets here
Show him what this little puppy done

Yeah, I’m sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes
Yeah, I’m sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes
I got no matches
Got a long way to go

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