Endangered

I’m feeling like an endangered species
longing for the twentieth century.
My cultural references go unrecognized,
memories I share cause a rolling of eyes.
Conversations I hear have foregone conclusions
they seem pointless as hip-hop country fusion
I watch old movies and shows on the tv station
because the new ones are mostly poor imitations.

I’m feeling like an endangered species
longing for the twentieth century.
The reaper keeps swinging that deadly blade
we keep saying good-by to connections we’ve made
til it gets a little lonely on the open trail
remembering the shelter that never failed
but keeping on keeping on seems to be what we do
even when we’ve got the endangered species blues

Anonymous Life

This lament is a couple decades old. My status has not changed appreciably.

Nobody wants to see me naked
nobody wants my autograph
nobody wants my picture on their wall
Don’t make anyone cry or laugh

never been on the evening news
never been on any front page
Barbara Walters don’t know who I am
I’ve never been the latest rage

but my lady’ll love me
if she can close her eyes
my son wants me to sign his report card
and God forgives my weaknesses
He knows that I’m trying real hard

Deep Subjects

Got nothin’ new to say about livin’ and dying
but it’s not for want of trying
sit around all day thinking and sighing
’til I think that my brain is frying

War and Peace, love and hate,
God and the devil, hurry up and wait.
Go round in circles, early and late
Take me home, to the Pearly Gates

On the subject of deep subjects
I say well. . .well well well

Gotta recommend staying out of trouble
when the bomb goes off, clean up the rubble
Don’t bet too much on the .daily double.
Don’t over-react to a busted bubble

Read Confucius and Kant, Aristotle and Sartre
you won’t find a cure for a broken heart.
Don’t be too dumb, don’t be too smart.
When there’s a job to do,
then do your part

On the subject of deep subjects
I say well. . .well well well.

This Union

The fabric was torn in 2013, but you can’t unplay a symphony. The echoes have a mind of their own.

At one time, perhaps,
this union
was the casually tentative alliance
of two vaguely kindred spirits,
Lewis & Clark of the soul
in search of Emotional Passages.
Perhaps two dancers engaged in defining
the parameters of a certain joy, bodies
working in pleasantly passionate harmony
with the understanding that the contract
would last as long as the music.

Surprise.
We began to generate our own music,
and threads of experience became this
tightly woven tapestry of a rich history which
continues to blossom growingly each day, our
simple melody evolving into the symphony of
this Union.

LESSONS

Not all blessings are easy
not everything easy is a blessing
learning to tell the difference
is one of life’s critical lessons

Class is always in session
so it’s best to pay attention

Not all trials are God’s judgment
nor is God’s judgment always punishment
no matter that we probably deserve it
He prefers to give our souls nourishment

If we’ll only learn to ask
He’ll guide us through each task

Bulletin

Wrote this in the late nineties, working weekend graveyard shift as night clerk in a motel, with a lot of time to ponder the imponderables. While I often talk like it was, I know our love was not unique, nor perhaps perfectly executed. If you are fortunate enough to have something like it, don’t take a minute for granted!

The full moon shines down on this place
away too far away from you
if I close my eyes, I can see your face
I can almost hear your sweet voice, too.
Across the highway late night cars
wander aimless with no place to go
but deserted parking lots beneath the stars
I guess they don’t know the thing we know.

But it ain’t top secret information
it’s plain as the nose on every face
it’s been broadcast on every station
love is as close as we get to a state of grace

Sometimes we have to be apart
I don’t like it but I survive
cause I know we’re in each others’ hearts
and reunions make me feel alive
Who’d have thought we’d have the key
the key to that hidden door
that joins passion and serenity
so many out there are looking for.

But it ain’t top secret information
it’s plain as the nose on every face
it’s been broadcast on every station
love is as close as we get
to a state of grace.

This Union

The fabric was torn in 2013, but you can’t unplay a symphony. The echoes have a mind of their own.

At one time, perhaps,
this union
was the casually tentative alliance
of two vaguely kindred spirits,
Lewis & Clark of the soul
in search of Emotional Passages.
Perhaps two dancers engaged in defining
the parameters of a certain joy, bodies
working in pleasantly passionate harmony
with the understanding that the contract
would last as long as the music.

Surprise.
We began to generate our own music,
and threads of experience became this
tightly woven tapestry of a rich history which
continues to blossom growingly each day, our
simple melody evolving into the symphony of
this Union.