No Clue Necessary

Don’t have a clue
what house the moon is in
let alone what Jupiter
or Mars are up to
but when she shines
so full and bright
I get a vaguely Aquarian feeling
peacefully harmonic
and whether it is unfolding
or folding the universe
is as it should be
as far as I know or care


Winthrop Street

On Winthrop Street the loose cannons roll
the guardians collect the tolls
nothing glitters, there is no gold
keep a firm grip on your soul

The ladies there don’t really care
for idle promises or desperate prayers
they ain’t seen it all, but they’ve seen enough
on Winthrop Street they’ll call your bluff

The mayor avoids the neighborhood
he can’t do them any good
if he shows up they’ll get on his case
Winthrop Street laughs in his face

The lovers hide under the bridge
and it feels like a different world
the moon gleams on the dirty water
with its oily swirls
everything seems possible
in that magic hour
if you would escape Winthrop Street
love gives you the power

They have a strange idea of fun
you might feel safer carrying a gun
wipe of the fingerprints when you’re done
on Winthrop Street there’s no where to run

The sun don’t shine too bright down there
just too much smoke in the air
Hardly anybody has a minute to spare
on Winthrop Street it’s hard to care

The lovers hide beneath the bridge
and it feels like a different world
the moon gleams on the dirty water
with its oily swirls


Water and whiskey
are doubly risky
when you add a blue moon
and a mournful tune
and all the sorrow
in the known universe
fits in the back
of an average hearse

clouds like phantoms
in the ghostly light
guarding the secrets
of the night
and like angels dancing
on the head of a pin
lift you out of the
hole that you’re in

In the onslaught of beauty
sadness must yield
to the wonder and awe
you begin to feel
your soul fills
with what you see
in a moment perfect
as only moments can be


In the chilly pre-dawn hours
the ghosts implore me
to go to sleep

it would seem
they need their rest

securing their pledge
to return another time
I pull the blanket
to my chin and close my eyes


I listen to the rain
imagining I’m sane
imagining there’s a reason for all this
I imagine God above
will save me with his love
and I don’t have to fear the abyss

The clouds are quite bright
with the reflected light
from the distant shopping center
the trees stand silhoutted
ghosts of everything regretted
come back to haunt the repenter

I know God above
will save me with his love
and I don’t have to fear the abyss
but the dripping in the eaves
the wet carpet of leaves
remind me somehow
of something I miss

Used To It

Getting used to cooking
not as good as what I’m used to
getting used to a bed
that isn’t quite as warm
getting used to speaking
even less than I used to
and matching my own socks
and popping my own corn

Not much use in worrying about it
if I don’t have it, I’ll live without it
I might get lucky, but
I kind of doubt it
if I can’t hear it,
I won’t shout it

and I think, if I don’t
have to, and I don’t wanna,
and they can’t make me,
then I’m not gonna


I know everything is different
though the routine is much the same
the differences are minute
hard to detect the change

I still look to the moon
high in the cold night sky
wondering where it all went
and asking myself why
another year largely wasted
watching things go by

thoughts that I can’t quite express
and music I can’t quite play
the need to continue trying
just won’t go away

So go ahead, time, keep rolling
the struggle will continue
God grant me laughter
at my mistakes
until my time is through