Album: Ten Stories
Provisionally eyed, practically alive, mistook sign for signified,
and so sins have often tried to run him off a cliff like Gadarene swine
Inside my wardrobe seem anchor bent,
wondering whether we were someone better then..
or maybe just better able to pretend,
and what better means to our inevitable end?
You know, I don’t know if I know, though some with certainty insist,
no certainty exists!
Well I’m certain enough of this; in the past fourteen years there’s only
one girl I’ve kissed!
And the blistering heat of the Asbury peer we sat, quiet as monks on the
You’re looking down at the water, down at the sea, I asked her “did that
ever occur in fantasy? where you pushed little kids from the tops of the
ride?” Then she shook her head “no,” I said “Oh, neither do I.” And with my
grandma’s ring, I went down on one knee.
And the subsequent catastrophe has since haunted me like a fiberglass ghost
I sent part of me (Like a fibreglass ghost to ask of my inconveniently
selective memory) Forgetfully you, mercifully withdrew, all the bearing
points we thought we knew, days run, days set clock, our calm is shot.
We sailed waywardly on, singing our midnight archer songs until well past
dawn. It's still dark on the deck of our boat, haphazardly blown, broken
bows, our aimless arrow words don't mean a thing
Tonight I think it’s pretty obvious that there’s no God. And there’s
definitely a God!!
I dreamt on the rocks at the asbury dune that you jumped from the top of
the log flume
And they gather like wolves on the boardwalk below
They're howling for answers
No wolf can know I charged at the waves with a glass in my hand
I was tossed like a ball at the bottle stand
And I landed besides your remains on the stone where your cold finger
wrapped round my ankle bone
maybe ten feet away was a star, Thousands of times the size of our sun
exploding like party balloons ……. Slept until our chest was full of yarn we
spun from Shetland wool. Socks from where the Dorset grows, sheared and
scoured hours before the rooster crows. The price of German silver fell,
threw this huge tailors down the superstition well.
|2||Grist for the Malady Mill|
|3||East Enders Wives|
|5||Elephant in the Dock|
|7||Fox’s Dream of the Log Flume|
|10||Bear’s Vision of St. Agnes|
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|2.||Grist for the Malady Mill|
|3.||East Enders Wives|
|5.||Elephant in the Dock|
|7.||Fox’s Dream of the Log Flume|
|10.||Bear’s Vision of St. Agnes|
|1||Bear’s Vision of St. Agnes|
|4||Fox’s Dream of the Log Flume|
|6||Elephant in the Dock|
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