The walls talk

Oh babe

Even the walls talk

Your secrets

Are just lies now

Why do you even try now

Every beautiful thing

Has been hurt somehow

Maybe it’s me

Maybe it is you

Maybe it is just the sun

Cursing the rain

But even the earth knows your pain

Don’t try to hide yours now

Walk on

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Birth Pains

She says she’s ready to move now

She says she feels like she’s suffocating in this town

She says the whole world is coming down

How big is it to you now?

Is it larger than this here and now?

There is a place in the world

For the angry young woman

just like the place for the angry young man

We both will grow old being miss understood

And we will both pass rage

And fall into different points of view

What did you leave behind

What did you really reach for?

Touched by your honesty

Moved by your authenticity

Pushed by your energy

Stretch

Get up off the floor

Grow

The ink turns to blood

The sky is filled with pain

Let your strength spread its wings and take over

Shape shifter

Another day begins

You’re already wore down

And all the headlines say

It’s all coming down

Here comes an opening

They’re going to make a scene

Hold your breath

It’s anything but clean

Here at the butchers floor

Born from blood after all of this time

(They’ll cut your tongue and sell it to you if you give them time)

I don’t want to see it

I don’t know that we will make it

Stop feeding it

And everyone knows

What everyone knows

We’ve already seen the big scene

It’s gone from the east side

To the west side

The south made a banner out of it

And before we can say anything about it

It’s playing behind us – with praise

The daylight won’t wash your sins away

The ride of your life

How will we look back on it?

Will you silence it?

Will you censor it?

Will you ignore it?

How will we evolve from it?

The daylight breaks the lies

Inside the skies

And the rain will fall

Make good art

In the middle of it

Make good art

When your love is about to fall

Make good art

In the middle of the pain

Make good art

Make your art

And rise above these times

What have we won

If we only breathe

The same lines….

Seasons of Wither

Hard sky

Come on and guide us

this season is over

Drink liquid Novocain

It’s only

For the pain

said she was ready to give you the finger

Can’t figure it out

What we’re all about

The back of her mind

Your changing your faces all of the ti-

You’ll get yours in good time

Bring us to the water

Baptize us in fire

Where does our sins go in seasons of wither ?

Whatever happened to the sound when the nail hits?

Born from the front of the line

The fuss

The cuss

Teach us to slither

Teach us to wither

It’s harvest season behind her eyes

And all and all

It’s about time

The end of time

Oh but I’ve bought mine

Made it on my own

We’re all out of –

Buy me more –

She gave the world the finger

Going in

Coming out

What’s the fuss all about

Figured it out

Just as we we’re going out

Put the stones away

She’s figured you out

And maybe we’re all out

Of –

Can’t buy me –

Teach me to slither

Baptize me in fire

Bring us to water

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Beagle in the City #247

Simon: I’m thinking about making a wine.

Ethan: Really?

Simon: Yes, it will be really great. Hints of Bone Broth, bark and dark thistles.

Ethan: Mmm (gags) that sounds (gags) delicious.

What’s the name?

Garf: I got this, name it, Din Din number 1

Simon: Bacon.

Ethan: I can tell you’re new at this.

Garf: Trash.

Simon: Beagle Brigade

Garf: Unleashed.

30 for 30 (emotion)

Voices

Fading

How soon I forget

The world I’m in

She walks in

Everything turns

To smoke and shadows

She has everything I could ever want

And then some

She is

Fire and rain

My eyes have always followed her across the room

You should see the way she moves

I knew when she walked in

I would miss her

This house just isn’t the same

I reach out

But she’s long long gone

Now the moon plays the blues

I watch the sky run

Like a formula one engine

Soon it’s going to storm

And she’s just like that kind of energy

Building up in the sun

She’s everything I would ever need

The only thing I believe

All it takes is a touch

And the sky rains

Desire

Photo by Ethan Bethune

30 for 30 (slide away)

I woke up

Trying to write again

The streets are silent

The talk is on the inside

It’s all the same lines

And
everyone smiles at the table

Drink in their hand

We’re all real good liars

Does the future look good?

And we saw the signs on the interstate

We saw the signs but we didn’t mark the time

We keep waiting for music to save itself

But we’d have to touch something that makes emotion

And we’re still numb from the great promotion

Someone said

It would take a sound

only your gut could understand

What happened to soul ?

I took a walk

My shoes wear down from the unpaved road,

The humidity is so thick, sometimes I feel like I could cut it with a butter knife

I try to write,

But my word document keeps freezing,

So I break out a note pad, you know the ones, paper, pens,

I transfer it to a typewriter

Now I can mail it to the Paris Review

Turn on the radio –

I don’t recognize anything I hear

I don’t relate

What happened to soul?

They say Blues won’t pay your bills

But Blues is the only thing that knows the way I feel

This is a mill town

But the mills are all gone

Does that make this a ghost town?

I like old things

I don’t know how to change

When was the last time you heard a sound

That took you by surprise ?

When was the last time you read something that opened your eyes?

I dress everyday

I Pour wine and coffee

When I write

I have to take myself seriously

get up

Get up off the floor

No one else is going to make you-

Sometimes it takes the change

But one of these days

You’re going to have to start again