I'm chipping these stones sharp into a point 'cause they tell me I've been dull and I've been blunt I'm taking this point and I'm setting it free a grave gift from me to my desires to my enemies I Think I heard You and the song you sing way out in the deep dark nothing way out next to me I'm settling down on fertile black soil 'cause the man with bones said: "to the sun be loyal" I'm tending the fire with sister and brother and the bone man through time binding lover to lover to lover forever "Home's moved on" welcomes nowhere in a breath like fall so I grab a bag and I fill it with dreams and I start to walk straight up the nothing i'm hitting the road it's just like riding a bike stretched out like our roots through the long dark night

Fall is descending I'm feeding something higher than i've ever fed something hungrier Gravity piles up like routine as nature pulls inside we hide Warring with the harvest moon more like pleading: "please fall faster" my love will ride you down But I have to maintain the ritual and have no time to look up and see if my work is worth it's weight in gold to see if the world i've wrought is sprouting fruit

Is this a good place to be? in graceful transition from strong to weak eyes full up with the knell of crows I try so hard to play it cool I make a joke, I say "what's a few thousand miles anyway?" well, it's no further than the moon of June or July Passing through a tea field Admiring cigarette butts your lipstick sealed I pass by on a train heading home or homeward or something more vague what is the opposite of an airplane vanishing into the clouds? Just another airport perhaps Now we'll see who we are what kind of world these airports connect us to I'll see you tomorrow We took the kids around the walls at dusk to catch fireflies we were oblivious to the zenith of their childhood there is no way to know when and where our diamonds grow but we'll find a way we'll find the perfect place

Alone on the highway I honk my horn and laugh uncontrollably at the dark I beat back the song that I first wrote I make up whole new words for the worlds that i've dreamed up I'm just punching holes in the sky with my eager eyes that have somehow managed to stay wide as I stare on through these imaginary holes I smile 'cause I see you! The longer that we live more complex our juggling act becomes Is this really me? I have to laugh There's a jungle out there and you can try to hide but the howling heard at night is in the back of all our minds isn't it? we've been taught that the wild is where the devil pulls his strings but the disconnect is false and the wilds never end so a few of us find love or even one just makes it through it's a miracle to me! I open up my eyes every day in a whole new way because you told me: "Everyday's Important" Now I live my life as if it were all made up because that's sometimes how it feels when I think of where I come from I think of where i'm going and I think of what I want and I think about your face staring at me through these holes in my future I will falter I'll grow lost upon my way but I have a blurry dream I'm gonna follow it!

beyond this point our eyes strain to focus but we push on It's probably true that I'm closer to your ghost than I am to you and It's probably true that the future is nothing more than the present rendered blurred by weak eyes close them, when I kiss you beyond your eyelids we must climb higher our lycanthropic urge to pull down the moon You must sleep in total darkness and complete silence I fell asleep with the lights on lips numb without a worry I let them go when I'm with you

smashing rocks together in the rain I put my ear to the tender mud grinding teeth as if flint for a dream's fire at three in the sleepless fog I've forgotten it all-- I dread to know it anyway Searching in circles for circus values while the will of the wilds howls at the moon haunting the walls that hide my harvest my mother says to let that spirit out I'll try mom I'll give it everything I've got We're just as wild as the blurry green undergrowth we've hewn the asphalt through at dead man's page you can still smell the ink of emotions premature as memory fades smashing rocks together in the pouring rain heavy muddled fear is hanging around my neck but I smile 'cause I've got two wings on my back they're feathered with the graces of all that've loved me I owe it to them to let this spirit out yeah, maybe light don't go faster in the dark but it sure is brighter.

Mom says I walked through fire Don't know why I feel this way Dad Says "it duddn't matter" I pull the candle close to my heart but it throws so much light on my weakness Madonna of the prairie won't you please ride in and save me? I throw the changeling on the coals just to bring you back but the faeries carry only truth: we haven't changed at all and the faeries are crows It was never pure my drive to be burned alive I was just chasing my own emptiness I sailed up like ash in an autumn fire seeking pity from the stars from my adolescent pyre

Stumble in Blurry through the gates as you blur in a stumble on the horizon you are staring in from the inside while the inside looks away You made bricks of mud at bible school you smashed grapes with the tender feet of a child now vinegar in a dusty bottle somewhere across the walls it longs to be a letter from one walled-off lover to another from a child to a long buried mother from the life giving river to forever and ever and ever… we all long to tear these walls down we damn them all our lives from orion's sword to my poetic rust 70 lightyears from campfire to streetlamp from streetlamp to dust our nameless littlenesses interwoven confused together we tend the fire we mend the fox fur nebula Throw on dusty sneakers and collapse into a 7-11 for the pillars of creation back home in a helium flash our sun's death in the breath-like halo on the ghost of Jupiter please don't tell me how it happens I've seen it all before vinegar in a half-drunk bottle I've seen it too many times.

the voice of my future is fragile like crumbling bricks of mud please pull all these dusty walls down that hide our little moon downstream lie the October urges and the lycanthropic haunts of our downed dreams: a wild and reckless harvest of struggle our little tumbling moon maintains my howling spirit-pride descending in the blurry june, somewhere beyond your eyelids home, this is you at your best: the light from orion's sword faster than September we rest we dream-crawl over hot coals I dreamt that I had tonsillitis I awoke in the back of a car winding through a rugged view of some far-off mountain dreamland metropolis In this dream I was rendered mute but you spoke my every desire without a care, I laid and I stared up at you you knew every word I rested my head on your lap your fingers ran through my hair like a child, I played with your stockings while the setting sun danced in our eyes love, this is you at your best I remember we kissed on that piano bench All stretched out, we laid on September and watched this wild dreamland unfold is this a good place to be somewhere beyond November the harvest ruins the Eskimo nebula collapsing this dust and my poetic rust and all the times that i gave up into stars our little moon lives and crawls on walls in kung-fu steam on a bridge enshrined July and the diamonds we hide through the wilds, past the walls, over coals under soil, under stars on the train headed homeward or something more vague You know this is you at your best In the face of a moon that couldn't care less time and speed are distance indeed yeah, that sounds about right to me, duddn't it? Where are the songs of spring? Where, O Where, O Where can they be? And Where is my Madonna of the prairie? She's coming around the mountain in dreams so it seams sound asleep and half-reaped on her way to rosebud island a gift from the spirit of August we will ride the pride all around the garden I've grown in the far-out dreams you rest your cheek upon