the
droll
evidence
      of such
        nonesuch-ery
persniketty
and apoplectic
    vox populi

    

I'm afraid I rambled  

       but it's ok

    the tombs 

               the turrets 

      the blazing streets of 

     the city 

      we longed for a breeze 

          and settled for a beer 

               we threw the letters in the trash 

                                        while you rifled through the boxes of old raincoats 

                     i found a walkman with a tape in it

      but the tapes were demagnetized 

and all we could hear was 

 Spiro Agnew

      the police were knocking down the door next door 

   and we climbed out the fire escape 

                    there was a naked woman on the street 

        you gave her your hat 

we bought tickets for the raffle 

hoping to win a giant house in the suburbs 

                               where we could eat japanese food 

   and drink cold rice wine 

                   

                     

great grafted tubers  
   the spitting image of his
incessant need to talk
   but besides that everythings ok
how are you

semblance of a veneer

 the purgatory was held in his hands 

 he swept the floorboards 

and polished the submarine 

 the dogs had passed away years ago

but the bowls were still there

the mystery
is
there is no mystery
   except why
   
in the blink of an eye
   eyewitness testimony is notorious
  but the car was blue
     his coat was grey
       
like the civil war all over again

there is nothing to 

worry about 

     everything will be ok

  the prez said so 

 

...my friend said -

his glucose went to 

24 

he was asleep 

         glucose meter alarm going off -

    said he was in a white room

  and the feeling was 

                  everything is ok

 

                       his girlfriend fed him honey while he was passed out 

                               so i guess everything was ok 

the
    destroyer
 walks
       with an orange smile
             one hand holding a knife
                                  behind his
back
                 simple...really
  the rest are
                   the masses
eager for destruction
who cares
who cares about that fucking shit
fuck that shit

     give them hell
harry

   don't shoot if you see the white of their skin

You are the pearl.
I am the sand.
we are the clam.
who is the big fish?

the ocean waves are coming.
all the time, every day
and every night.
my heart is a tsunami.
destroying everything.

The sky is clear.
the moon is bright.
the wind is blowing.
And it is night.

read the pages.
we wrote the words.
hear the stories.
sharpen the knife.

prefaced
with profligate
profundities
 the Peruvian
perambulator
  prayed
precariously-

dribble goes the rain
    i did too much
       but it ain't the same as
it used to be
  so you
think
dang
    wtf
   and then you go get groceries

Lyrics 




Abide
Abide
Abide

the scene is not real

fly
fly
fly

the world is a mirror

cradle
cradle
cradle

the baby


smile
smile
smile


there are tears in the soup

believe
believe
believe


the rain will not stop



forget
forget
forget


the bitter anguish

Lyrics in Portuguese

there is no reason
we are the sound
there is only the dream
there are reasons
there is no sound
you are the dream

you are the dream
you are the dream
you are the dream

letting it fly away
letting it fly away
letting it fly away

there is no reason
we are the sound
there is only the dream
there are reasons
there is no sound
you are the dream

Then I walked
into the crime scene
Then I walked
into the forest
then I walked
into the sky
Then I walked
bye and bye

I saw the flowers
and the bees
I saw the rivers
and the trees
I called the names
of those I loved
I called the name
of the lord above

Down down down we go
with time and fury
down down down we go
with time and fury

I swam the sea
I swam the sky
I swam the fire
I swam with thee

something
something
something
             the brain is frozen
    stuck
in the mud
                                    the rain stops
                                         for a bit
                                            king tides
flood the street
    all day in pj's
         smoking
                          watching movies
                                  and eating
                                                   frozen pizza
     

stringent artifice
     the decay of reality
 the sound of the seas
 when the red leaves are falling
     somewhere
 somewhere
 see  
the thing is
the thought is
it is
 but we we cannot -
        
to spread the leaves or
        to pile them up -
that is the question

   or burn them -
that beautiful autumn smell
   

an apparent disgrace;
  it was unknown
except by a few
       salty mariners
                 legend had left little
to the imagination
    still one sad old man swore it was the truth
but the women knew better
   still I saw no reason not to take care
          being a natural worrier
    and old
she added
  but there were only broken rocks
and the wind
  I had no need of caution