Like a refugee from Ulysses

I'm walking down the street again to find refuge from the rain

From pub to pub through to morning I will walk until I hear that song again.

And I know it's San Diego, and I know were near 100 years on.

But you can follow the same path in any city it does not need to be Dublin towne.

The writers are full adrift here, in a warm August about to burst at the seams.

The pitching and bending to whispered critiques will follow them to their dreams.

Then copious applications of the alcohols

The head

The heart

and the weed

Ponderous souls overflowing, in forthright transit.

will cater to every imaginations need.

When eveything is down

The darkness swept in with the wind and came walking down our street again
The power ran all the way to the end
And passed us by
The clocks had stopped along with the incandescence's hum
Not asking why, we continued on.

Because we know everything is down again
Were back at that place in the darkness where love is best left to grow
Besides the heat of a fire, basking in its primordial glow
Is where I find you
When every thing is down

The utilities will scream blood and murder while the networks all die without A sound
Below the moonlight I know people think that we have hitched a ride to Our doom.
But by the Stars that I see, and you in my arms we can find the best of What's left around
Knowing that this will be over much too soon, I will find you
When everything is down.

Call the winter

In the paddock
Heel deep in wood chips
Down the season
During the rain

I have to confess
That if I had not acted
as I thought best
we might not have seen
our hampered rest

In the high loft
Wrapped in blankets
such strange music
I get taken
And beat on wings
to your fettered breasts

Darkened daylight
Round and looming
Could not contain me
as would your shadowed skin

Rain and hay
Open barn doors
Call the winter
And let contentment in.

Been made Mercury

The fog makes me sleepy but I have to keep driving.

There’s an outside world that surrounds my car.

After the next bank, if not then somewhere on the invisible Horizon.

It is all that stands in place between you and I. I am turning with my odometer and I hope I don’t pass it by.
Through broken field and runway lights and whole crops laid flat I come, out of the moisture of the night with the speed of a bullet from a gun.

I have been made mercury and the road has given me presence. And cupid fills my back seat so there's no room to rest in the present.

All that there is, is all that is before me and I look on it as gold. And you at the end of it.

That in itself drives me for you to have and to hold.

Winter has come and will push it's way on to spring. And once again we find ourselves arriving on Christmas Eve.

If you cant remember all those you love, think of those you miss the most.

And in the breadth of the evening celebrate those you have close.

Spend the time recalling the year and all that you have done.

Then let that love follow you on in the safety and shelter when you find yourself a bed

Come the morning and the mass

Sunlight as your crown will Adorne your sleeping head.

The Mad Ones for Me

I am taking measured steps
But this is not how I normally go
I like the mad ones
who pretend to know you
the second they see you
Those who know your future together
the moment they meet you
Like you were put there for them at that very instant by god

The ones who pay no mind to being wrapped up
in my unwashed sheets
Full of sweat, ghosts and memories
of those who had laid in them before
I keep them this way on purpose, for once you have gone
I know that I will never have to sleep alone

Yes, the mad ones for me.

Awkward Luminescence

Skin below my nails

Like shells on a lonely beach

Romance by the light of pistol shots

The train caused tremors that made the light fixtures dance

So many stars reflecting off the walls like space itself was unstable

I could say the words although my mouth willing
my heart was unable.

The pills made me lucid and I fell below the surface of this awkward
luminescence.

And that is when you came to me, slowly silently in the semi-darkness and enveloped me.

Like an octopus in the far off ocean

The Nightbirds

Neither of us could sleep after the evening's excitement

photo by ignacioleo on sxc.hu

meals served in the morning's darkness
Even after we were spent we still went looking for nourishment
To talk and watch across the table and see the thoughts come alive
I can imagine how we must look to the patrons of this place
As they move in and back out of the chilly American night
I wanted this with you

To me this brings delight
To be a nightbird has always been an ideal place in my life
To be intimate but not quite in love
To be a nightbird here and now
So I may look across the table
in smiling adoration
before the morning's sleep which is surely to come.