Shined his shoes
Everyday
While the virus
In his brain
He said it eats away
All the faces
He once knew
But the one …
She stays true
Burned in flames
And he
Sold his soul
Waiting for
the changing of the guard
To take him away
2
And he stands
Outside the house
On widow street
Praying for rain
To stop the flames
That took his love away
3
And he whispers
Pain
Cuts deep
Plants a seed
Grows a tree
Bearing the bitter fruit
They put before you
And
You must choose
To keep
Or throw
Away
1
I had a hellhound on my trail
I didn’t see any light ahead
And I think
We all have different angels and we all have different demons inside of us
And I believe we have different soulmates …
2
Lady,
Lady,
I want you to know
You’ve been a saving grace,
Whatever we are
Our blood boils at the same temperature
And whatever we become
I think my eyes will always find you across the room
And I will remember
The hellhound on my trail –
And I hope you know –
You saved my soul
And all that I’ve become –
And sometimes
I believe
Every Sunday
You’re the warmest thing
In this room 
All of our tomorrows
We try to carry today
Do we sit here
and watch this ship fill with water
This storm has us drifting
And there’s not even friction
It’s just another lonely year
We fall into our places
Playing the parts
But we both know
We’re just as empty
As we’ve ever been
We put our weapons away
Sometime ago
Now we just co exist
But neither is ever missed
And I used to think
It would be terrible
To never have somebody
But it’s worse just having
Someone that’s not really here
I wrote a thousand letters to you did you ever read a word I said?
Did you ever tell me?
Did you try and tell me?
How are you?
Did I just hold on to the idea of you,
And leave out all you were trying to say…
Strange things
happening here
Right outside my door
shots ring out in the valley
Where has my youth gone?
II
There in the road
You see the dreams we had as children
There’s a boy over there
With gravel in his hair
Ghosts in his eyes
And the winter
Comes in
From the gap in the window
And the river slowly fills
The bucket under the sink
III
She says she doesn’t dream
But she’s been whispering in her sleep and we both know we’ve changed
IV
We can’t go back but oh, it won’t let go
Even after you grow old
Or did they forget to tell you?
V
and there’s a girl over there
She’s a silk question mark
She doesn’t double speak
But every beautiful thing comes from some kind of pain
And it’s a long hard fall
But walk with her a while
In her garden
She will carry you
And it’s the world in her eyes
It’s the electricity in her lips
She’s dark energy
She’s the space between the chords of the blues
Shes my rescue
She’s my rescue
Strange things happening here
She’s standing at my door 
(Update)
Garf passed away during the morning. 06/22/2019
He had been struggling with a collapsing trachea. Me and Simon found him this morning. I wrote this to prepare myself for the inevitable a couple of days ago. He will be greatly missed but I know he was happy. )
#adoptdontshop #adopt #shelterpets
Garfunkel: I was born on the streets, fighting for a place to eat, covered in fleas, and broken teeth. And then I got adopted, and suddenly,man… I didn’t know it could be so good.
Meals everyday, and Jazz, Quincy Jones, Frank Sinatra, Dino, man I’m talking about the groove brotha…
It’s been nice…
And the crime shows
The sunny days in the park
Man I’ve lived a good life…
The back scratches I’m going to miss…
But it’s ok…
Ethan: You know, it’s ok if you have to go buddy…
I wish you could stay, but you’ve been the absolute joy and it’s been so good taking care of you. You’re a good boy. Thank you for being my friend. I won’t hold it against you if you are tired. I understand. I’ll tell you a secret, you’re my favorite.
Simon: Dad, What is wrong with Garf?
Ethan: He’s just old buddy, and he’s got to go. Everything eventually has to go.
Simon: will I go?
Ethan: Well, yeah, one day, you and I both will.
Simon: Well, if you’re brave I’ll be brave. And if we both have to go one day, I guess I won’t be scared.
We will still play catch though right?
Ethan: You bet, and we will cook together too.
Simon: Cool.
I
We are all different but equal
We are all different but equal
We are all different but equal
(Mic drops)
I’m tired of born this way
Forget that
What happened to
I made my way
Dug my self out of the grave
I write to kill
I kill to write
Welcome to the middle of no where
I don’t know about the west side
The south side
I saw a man living on a bus
He had a 17 year old wife
I was 13
I didn’t even realize what I was seeing
II
Tell me again about the new IPhone
I’ll tell you about waiting for dial up
These kids these days
Not even a fear of The Draft hanging over them
It’s been iPhone and apples in their hand since the age of conception
Can’t even imagine them storming beaches or taking anything from anyone unless it’s their parents.
III
Smoke
And ash
Rising from these wasted years spent on ambitious less youth
God spoke and put flesh on
Dead bones
And
Jeff Beck came back just to save rock and roll
I saw a veteran cry as he talked about D Day…
I saw a Veteran get angry when he was asked about Vietnam …
When was the last time we got back to basics
Back to business
Make something
Create something
We are all somebody from somewhere
We have a story to tell
A past to burn
Don’t feed it
Don’t suppress it
You made your way
It’s tangled up in you
Like the bloodline that commits suicide before the age of 35
What have you got to do?
What else is left to lose?
I’ll tell you the truth
From the shot glass
Of my minds eye
Hold yourself together
You’re doing fine
You know mother
We all
Are going to be alright.
This
This is the poem I write
When there’s no music
When I sit in the dark
My legs aching
My hands shaking
I tried writing drunk
But it only made the demons come out of
The woods
The voices had been sleeping
In the back of my mind
I’m just a selfish person
In a selfish world
I have stories
In my mind
I hold on to them
Believing it will buy me more time
Didn’t they tell you
It won’t let go
Just because you get old
But you can out grow
Some of these impulses
I can’t write
About the girl
With the brown hair
The dark eyes
The bruise behind her leg
I can’t write
About the “summer air…”
I’m beaten down
What have I become?
Someone said
Writer’s are just vampires
suck you dry
And leave you
Declaring you will never
Die
If they love you
Spoiler
(They never really love you …)
While all the stars are out tonight
I always have poems behind my eyes
I try to write
What I wish was written
I try to write
Without complaining
We will never be 17 again
never 21 again
never see you
Go through my shit again.
I always dream
Buckets under the sink
I wake up
Feeling the cold air through kitchen window frame
Why do we do the things we do
The water lines freeze
This house is made of shit
Have you ever woke up to the sound of termites ?
I still carry it in mind
And it’s frightening but I guess we do what we have to do
And so do you…
There’s a boy just over there
Shoveling the septic tank
He’s ashamed
He’s too young to figure it out
And when he’s old enough
He won’t care anyhow
And we all lived didn’t we?
We pack ourselves
With light
We fill the void with anything
Sometimes
I wake up
Because it won’t let go
It won’t let go
Just because you get old ….
And I’m afraid
Of what I’ve become
She always said
I was too much
Something else
She couldn’t label
And it’s lonely
Cold weather
When you prefer the winter…
I prefer the cold night air…
