Month: August 2022

Nothing

they say

time heals all pain

not sure pain heals

loss is its own

frame

the picture of it

moves like light

and dark

like fog and mist

like flakes of snow

and drips of rain

like a seed that breaks

the surface

and lingers

a moth before it dies

the stones don’t change

only the names

the bringing and taking away

of flowers

how grass covers dirt

and concrete covers grass

nobody warns ‘ya

or maybe they do

or did

or didn’t

or meant to

really meant to

but never got around

to it

or didn’t know how

to go about it

people tend to do nothing

when they don’t know what to do

or say

but doing nothing

is something

you don’t forget

TL

The Changes Within

in August

the leaves are green

soaking in the rays

and rain

spinning in the wind

so alive

it’s hard to know

their time

is even now

running out

summer is over

the fall of leaves

will soon be raining

down

as beings on earth

we are connected to the seasons

in ways

that are instinctual in nature

maybe that’s why we gravitate to the expansiveness

of oceans and mountains and sky

get lost in the jungle

the desert

the pyramids

the places in pictures

over land and space

under

water

and above the cloud

to feel all there is to feel

what does travel teach you

in the end

that you already knew

but forgot

TL

3 Chords and the Truth

turned the dial

down

had to

but sick of the silence

so turned the dial

up

and found some

new stuff

music never leaves ‘ya

long

it brushes back a leaf

and flies in a V

and ripples the glass

and turns a red rose

brown

it fills the space

the dust don’t

and lifts the ink

off the skin

water wears away

the hardest stone

smooths it down

over time

they stack ‘em

in Tennessee

and leave ‘em

for strangers

to see

on their way

to capture

rumbling water

falls

TL

Nursery Rhymes

wonder why

violets are blue

why Valentine roses

are always red

why I can’t find

those little white bells

nowhere

like looking for those little blue smurfs

or trolls under the bridge

and I forget what I wanted

back in ’91

by ’93 I was standing in a showroom

full of shiny boxes picking one

to put in a hole

wondering how I got there

when life takes a turn

you always ask yourself … how’d I get here

time moves

and it don’t

aging is a process

that you can never process

why’d the spider go up the waterspout

in the first place

didn’t it sense the danger

or was it seeking shelter

what a song to sing

to itsy bitsy kids

like an old man

in the rain

forgetting which house is his

or the old woman who lived in a shoe

what an imagination

like a cow jumping over the moon

and the fork running away with the spoon

if you live long

enough

you end up

following the breadcrumbs

down the yellow brick road

back to the beginning

up the vine

and into the clouds

TL