Song Lyrics
A Silent God
I pondered through the morning on a voice that I recall, ringing from the telephone
that hung upon the wall.
“Sometimes I’m just to vulnerable,” Patricia said to me, as we boarded on the Amtrac,
headed out of of New Orleans.
A silent god... an old lame dog... the smell of new-mowed lawns. We nestled in the
club car drinking rum and singing songs. ...two girls off to Mexico... dead cars and
riverfoam... she said she was from Kansas but she couldn’t call it home.
She said, “If you go first, please call my name and if I go first I’ll do the same. It’s a
hard world to live in. It’s a harder world to leave. But when your name and time are
called, they’ll give you no reprieve.”
We rattled ‘cross New Mexico, beneath a sinking sun, that hung on distant mountain
tops, then slipped and it was gone. Night soars black as a raven’s wing. It crept
across the sky. ...poured in through dusty skylights, burrowed deep in Patti’s eyes.
A whistle stop in Texas. She turned and said goodbye. ...disappeared down some
dusty road while I rolled down the line. And now this stranger on the phone says, “No
one is to blame.” You left first on the morning wind and didn’t call my name.
She said, “If you go first, please call my name and if I go first I’ll do the same. It’s a
hard world to live in. It’s a harder world to leave. But when your name and time are
called, they’ll give you no reprieve.”
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friday harbor, wa
041577

A Yellow Sun
Caught here in the cosmic joke and the summer rain won’t save me now. The forest
burned, no stone unturned and I blew away like thistle down. I went down to the inlet,
saw my name beneath a bridge. A conclusive song, sung all night long was the only
thing that I had to give.
Sundries in the window and the solace in my mind. Conifers and sunshine intertwine.
Ragged riches bleeding me, love’s fortune’s but awhile.
And still I have done nothing but to smile.
My resistance has been faltering and the willow wisp is in disregard and feeling small
(or not at all) was never quite this hard. Susan was a yellow sun. She shone in through
my eyes and stumbling blind in need to find an impression of the wind against the sky.
Believing suppositions undermine the common sense. Completed for the moment
but never since. And yet the embers burning here will be here for awhile.
I guess that I did everything but smile.
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vancouver, bc
072475
A Song for Lori
Shadows dance across the floor. Don’t let on now that I’m older. Lamplight golden
by the door, splashing down across your shoulder. Gentle haze... the moon is falling.
I can hear the moment calling me.
Wrapped within your warm embrace, tenderly you start me spinning. Sunlight shining
from your face, melting troubles, now beginning. Fond goodbyes can be so cruel but
remaining here would make a fool of me.
And so I search each time I pass the restaurants and shaded sidewalks. Straining
through the window glass by the park where we had our first talk... lying in the grass so
warm, harbored safe away from storm and sea.
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diamond point, wa
092573
Against the Chine
Birds churn the water as they feed. Blue cutter breaks to take the lead. She’s from
Alaska, here to fish, to share the silver seagull’s wish and sup the ocean’s salty fare,
to shake the wind from sails and hair and play a waiting game of hope with anchor
chain and nylon rope.
We are the floats upon the nets, adrift through time.
We are the ribs along the row, against the chine.
Above the tree-line in the clouds, an eagle circles light and proud. She is a hunter
from the skies. A rainbow flashes in her eyes. Eyes trace the river’s flow below, born of
sun and melting snow, unwinding down green drapery, through tangled boughs out to
the sea.
We are the bones upon the ground, under green trees.
We are the watchers of the wind upon the breeze.

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port angeles, wa
101187

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