Maybe happiness
Is just a moment
Brief
Before the next big thing
The next desire
The next goal
Maybe we are built
To corrupt ourselves
Nature’s folly
But I want to run
I want to stay
This town
Has rust
It’s high in the gut
I’ll show you this place
I don’t want to write a poem
That sounds like a poem
But I can tell you
I’m at peace
I feel safe
When I’m with you
(Written aug 21 2019 at 33)
I could never
Let you go
If I could ever love you
I could never
If I could ever…
And
I think we could make the change
And
I think we
Could live forever
And
If I could ever leave you with anything
Make your art
When you’re faced with the news
Keep your grit
When
You’ve got nothing to lose
Leave your mark
Because
This art
Strong enough
To carry the broken
This art
Even the losers are winners
This art
Carries us all
This art
Is your own voice
And the future is yours
As you create it
Make your mark
Make your art
And if I could ever love you
I think that I would love you
And I could never leave you 
(Written for spoken word, at vintage 1889 Aug 22,2019)
Francis Cash: My name is Francis, I have the bloodline of royalty. 
Francis: unfortunately, I was not living the life of royalty. I was in a shelter. But then I met this nice man. 
Francis: I could see opportunity.
Ethan: This is Francis, we decided to adopt him. Simon, helped, I figured we could watch Star Trek and the X- Files together and he wouldn’t be scared.
Francis: He seemed nice enough. I decided I would let him live with me. We could work something out. I would have to put up with the doggo, but I could tell this was a writer. 
Francis: Ahh yes, I could sense the stories.
Simon: Heyyyyv Francis!
Francis: Sniff my paw,it’s soft.
Simon: No, no, nope, I may have fell for that the first time and the second time…but I’m not going to fall for it again.
Simon: what do you even do with a cat?? I have so many questions. . .
I came home so weary
Couldn’t write
Couldn’t play
Don’t you know
I had the blues
I looked at my dog
I said
Beagle
Don’t you know
None of us has perfect days
He looked at me
And this is what he said
I had two perfect days
Walked around the block
We shared a hot dog
You checked the mail
And I checked the trash
We watched the tv
Any day with you dad
Is a perfect day to me
Yeah best friends till the end
I said
What about day two?
I’ve got the blues
He said
We got up
Cooked breakfast
We ate some bacon
Walked around the block
You checked the mail
I checked the trash
Any day with you dad
Is a perfect day to me
I said
That’s right
Best friends till the end
She makes storms
Out of hours
She makes deserts
Cry out for rain
She makes winter
Pray for summer
But she’s been a friend to me
Her fist have always been Clinched
Her hair has always been red
Her lips have always been red
She’s the realest thing
I’ve ever known
And I’d stand
Out every winter
Just hoping for a look from her
She keeps me happy
And she went down to New Orleans
And bewitched the devil
And she fights
The ghost
She loves the most
But you might not see it
And her fist
Have always been Clinched
And
She’s always been red
But she’s always been real
To me
(Written and performed tonight at 33)
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 
