Walking Wounded

So, you have been
around the block
been shot down
took some knocks
now your gun
is not for hire
you just want to stay
out of the line of fire

when you’re not able
to help yourself
how you gonna help
somebody else
trying to keep out
of the wind
to keep from getting
blown down again

But you’re walking wounded
because you can’t help but try
you’re walking wounded
because you can’t
because you won’t
just lay down and die

Course Of Course

Each tempest rearranges
the landscape of life
almost beyond recognition
to leave us bewildered at best
wondering just where
to begin to uncover
something like normal

nothing will ever be the same
it may be worse or better
but something will not be there
something we once thought
we could not live without
but there it went
and here we are

so pick up some debris
effect some repairs
until a patchwork
duct taped life emerges
you may limp down the road
with only three lug nuts on one wheel
but you can call it progress

the original destination
may be forgotten
destinations in general
may have no importance
but something will appear
on the horizon to make going on
feel like the best course
of course

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.

Hard Climbs

Where your path leads
no one can say
nor who you may meet
along the way
there will be pain
there will be healing
there will be peaceful
easy feelings
hard climbs and
beautiful places to rest
just stick to your path
and do your best


I’m conservatively liberal
moderately radical
my right hand doesn’t know
what my left may do
the fake and the real
are disastrous deals
til doing no harm is
the most we can aspire to.

If you’re told you can have
your cake, and eat it, too,
someone might be playing you
find that hard place by a rock
and try to hold on to your socks


Ignore it, maybe
it will go away
didn’t work too
well yesterday
or last week or year
as far as that goes
may need a new plan
to deal with my woes

Let the bull into
the china shop
and issue a decree
that we’ve always really
preferred broken crockery

Might be a hard sell
of an awfully long shot
but stick to your story,
what else have you got?


Standing in the debris
of what you once believed in
scattered like afterthoughts
among bruised feelings
there will be promising shards
gather them up to rebuild
what’s left of your life
on a molecular level
eschewing the hierarchies
you have watched crumble
strive to keep your hopes
and dreams humble

The joys may be modest
but so are the pains
there is much we don’t wish
to live through again
still should a shard swell
like a hot air balloon
don’t fear letting it
carry you to the moon