Never Undone

The wind died down, but you weren’t around to hear it.
You know the sound just the same.

The sun dropped down below the western horizon.
Like it does every day, but you didn’t call my name.

With you out east, I wasn’t all there.
Not all here now, not at all.
For what’s a coast with no ocean?
What’s grass with no ground?
Yet what’s sight without blindness?
What is silence without sound?

Rooster crowed up here atop the mountain.
Woke me at dawn but no one else.

Red-eyed & bleary, I come up with a theory
how diporias nestle and meld.

Past-Present-Future,
Old & Modern, Once.
Far away & closer still
two never undone.

Past-Present-Future,
Old & Modern, Once.
Far away & closer still
two never undone.

With you out east, I wasn’t all there.
Not all here now, not at all.
For what’s a coast with no ocean?
What’s grass with no ground?
Yet what’s sight without blindness?
What is silence without sound?

What’s a coast with no ocean?
What’s grass with no ground?
What’s sight without blindness?
What is silence without sound?

(6/27 & 6/29 – Adams Point, Oakland, California & Camp Panorama, Quincy, California)

Eucalyptus

Eucalyptus,
my hypnotist.

Daylight dimming,
hidden fires.
In the branches,
ghost moss mire.

Nocturnal
melody.
Bats & ravens
sing for me.

Eucalyptus,
my hypnotist.

What’s the number?
Out of town.
Hands move backward.
In the shade of doubt.

Black & white
spiral swirls.
From the treetop
Earth it turns.

Out of place & inside time.
Out of the way & into the blind-eyed
spiderweb of paradigms.
Eucalyptus, hold on tight.

Seize the moment.
Leave the ground.
Climb the sky.
Look on down.

Eucalyptus,
my hypnotist.

Eucalyptus,
my hypnotist.

Look on down.
Look on down.
Climb the sky.
Look on down.

(5/17 & 5/20/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)

To the Country

Soon enough, we’re moving up (to the country).
Soon enough, we’re moving up (in a while).
Soon enough, we’re moving up (to the country).
We’re moving up, you’ll see, you’ll see.

How about an honest living?
Been time to leave this city job.
Work out there it pays real different.
We gotta move up to the country, my love.
We gotta move up to the country, my love.

Soon enough, we’re moving up (to the country).
Soon enough, we’re moving up (in a while).
Soon enough, we’re moving up (to the country).
We’re moving up, you’ll see, you’ll see.

So long bright lights. Goodbye big show.
Sayonara keeping up.
One or two stones left unturned.
We gotta move up to the country, my love.
We gotta move up to the country, my love.

Soon enough, we’re moving up (to the country).
Soon enough, we’re moving up (in a while).
Soon enough, we’re moving up (to the country).
We’re moving up, you’ll see, you’ll see.

My eyes are getting used to the light.
The days get longer, cresting waves.
Dusk holding on like honey.
We gotta move up to the country, my love.
We gotta move up to the country, my love.

Dusk holding on like honey.
Up in the country, what do you see?

(4/23/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)

Call Up LaRue

Got no beans.
Got no shoes.
My last resort:
Call up LaRue.

Call up LaRue or LaRue’ll call up you.
Got no chance but out the back door & mighty soon.
Mighty soon. The Back door. Back door.

No number in
the phone book, no.
Just skulls & bones.
Clock quarter to four.

Walk down to the water
to his tiki shack.
Prowling the pier:
his pitch black cat.

Call up LaRue or LaRue’ll call up you.
Got no chance but out the back door & mighty soon.
Mighty soon. The Back door. Back door.

Knock-knock creakin’ open,
behind the door LaRue.
Good two heads on his shoulders,
belly round as the moon.

“Tell me your life.
I’ll listen awhile.
Have a seat, won’t you?”,
cackles croc-toothed LaRue.

Call up LaRue or LaRue’ll call up you.
Got no chance but out the back door & mighty soon.
Mighty soon. The Back door. Back door.

Floor opens up
beneath your feet.
Down the trap door,
under the sea.

Not much to see
in the abyss,
just our submarine
and the skeleton fish.

Got a new life now,
pays subterranean dues.
Ranging through deep waters
on the crew of LaRue.

Call up LaRue or LaRue’ll call up you.
Got no chance but out the back door & mighty soon.
Mighty soon. The Back door. Back door.

(4/14-4/16/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)

It’s All One Song

Point A, Point B, or somewhere in between?
It’s all one song, it’s all one song.
Someone’s in the kitchen with DNA.
It’s all one song, it’s all one song.
This is what happens when you say no more.
It’s all one song, it’s all one song.

Writing all the verses, one by one.
Making charts to throw onto the ground.
Sometimes out of tune or just a little fast.
Play it like the first time. Play it like the last.

Wait a minute – aren’t we going in circles?
It’s all one song, it’s all one song.
Science is a powerful drug of choice.
It’s all one song, it’s all one song.
Star spoke in silence by the light of the moon.
It’s all one song, it’s all one song.

Writing all the verses, one by one.
Making charts to throw onto the ground.
Sometimes out of tune or just a little fast.
Play it like the first time. Play it like the last.

Singing in the street I see a manhole – what’s beneath?
Just a block from home but never went that way before…
Damn, it’s getting late (or early in another state).
Open the cover, down the ladder, the escape.
Down the ladder, the escape.

Now I know just how it goes.
It’s all one song, it’s all one song.
Breath & blood & skin & bones.
It’s all one song, it’s all one song.
Haven’t heard it played like this.
It’s all one song, it’s all one song.
Into the fire with the instruments
It’s all one song, it’s all one song.

Writing all the verses, one by one.
Making charts to throw onto the ground.
Sometimes out of tune or just a little fast.
Play it like the first time. Play it like the last.

(3/8/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)