Merry Weather

All these spots reversed the clock

Where we found blue hen glass made to last

Ribbon burnt along the road

And brought us through to Timbuktu

Cheese and butter was the other 

Grilled by hands without a brother

Roots reached through empty glass

Out the window overpass

Now or former was rewarded

To the man from which smoke distorted

Buying vegan water from a martyr

Didn't make us any smarter

But the show goes on

And kids still dance on our lawn

We never tried to play for keeps

Each of us a daydream feat

Duct Tape Hustle

White page, neon heart

Tell me, when did the beating start?

I found it underneath a triangle frame

And made it spread to quench a flame

Just like you I dreamed of cardboard robots

Designed to kill but still unable

Made from shoeboxes and broken cables

At the height of schools we learned much

and from tap dancing on hollow floors,

Forgot it such

Dreams disappeared like the corners of your toast,

Then landed on my shoulders,

Chipped until arms couldn’t be raised

When the wire snapped I switched the string

The bridge hadn’t broken but the cracks remained

It plays back now into a broken record,

Into a crescendo of only seconds

Little did I know

The song was written before we tasted it.

You wrote the melody.

I, the words.