Gaze Vectors

Astroposter

You know what you’re like when Saturn turns left and Pluto collides.
You wake up on your left side.
And when six stars explode at once and there’s a flood on mars twice in one month.
You lose your soul and find you’re alone.

And you know when you tripped and fell.  It was because of a wishing well.
And an old man that cursed your name.
And what you’re like on your finest hour, is determined by a greater power.
And I can see what you will lose and what you will gain. 

I bumped into an Astrologist imposter he told me how I should die.
He me made me drink his potions so I’d believe his lies.
I bumped into a lonely preacher, he told me how I should live.
He made me drink his wine so my sins he could forgive. 

Mr Falcon

Experiment

You cannot know.
Because you are yourself.
What it is like…

What it’s like to miss you. 

You cannot miss yourself unless you’re dreaming.
You could feel it for somebody else.
Then you would know… 

What it’s like to miss you. 
What it’s like to kiss you. 
What it is like.
What it’s like.

What it’s like. 

Get your Bags 

I wish I could console you on this carousel.
Sometimes we have to be cruel.

And I never wanted to.  I’d make it rain water and parasols.
Please stay away from me and my brother.
He has another.

It hurts my heart and it hurts my head.
I’m not stage right and he’s not stage left.

When you love someone sometimes you are their cage.
I can’t forget, that I don’t remember the better days.

I read the same books and I hear the same tunes.
I talk to you I think it’s new.

No reply nothing’s changed.
But this is a different pageant, I can go off on tangents.
Back to you my lass.

When you come home.  Home won’t be here for you.
And we will say “Go home my lass” .
"Get your bags" on the road home at last.

I turn my head right and left.
I photograph a rubber band.
But the notes I’m playing are all wrong and when I’m done the feelings gone.

When you come home, home won’t be here for you.
And we will say “Go home my lass” .
"Get your bags" on the road home at last.

My Apologies

Speaking from a sober mind with dry lips and dry eyes.
Traveled time, hundred closing days, withdrawn gaze, a hunter’s glaze,

touched by sun and wind, with reflection, with wisdom.
And a stone heart betrays truth.  Falling sand portrays youth and my apologies.


Attempts to speak from the heart are failures from the start.
As history cannot show the greatest moments are humble.

Unapologetic and pure, for myself in place of the cure is my apologies. 

Reside

You have such a poetic mind.  Well, I guess you’re in there half the time.
So come out for a while, we really like it when you smile.

You have such a romantic mind.  Well, I know she’s in there half the time.
So come out for a while, she really likes it when you smile. 

The Dancer

Discordant cancer.  
A true romance that tortures truly and relieves so purely.

Behind your forehead your eyes withdraws and the feeling swells there, 
the meaning dwells where every day a year gets shorter.
Makes me jealous of a mothers daughter.  Makes me fearful of a happy moment.
Makes me wonder if I will get over it.

Necromancer teach me to dance and teach me to kiss.
Stall time to reach some kind of summit, some kind of last page.
A resolution even fictional. 

Every moment a moment passes is a moment I try to grasp.
My beating heart betrays me always.  Rivers flow and clouds continue…

and they will with no will,
and they change, yet they don’t.

Necromancer teach me the dancer, teach me to kiss.
Stall time to reach some kind of summit, some kind of last page.
A resolution even fictional. 

Piano Bar

This is my abode but in here I’m a rogue.
They talk to me.  I pray for rain.
They don’t talk they prefer to catch the train.

A man and girl.  A guitar and tamborine.
The piano is a lone the piano is like me.
The old folks tell a lie.  I’m to young to have a cry.


I get up across the floor.
Carpet changes colour lover.
The women and the smoke are here.
An aproned man regards me sir.
I sit down on mountain air.

Hello I say, all this will happen yesterday.

Joe relax, rest easy.
Close your eyes. 

Ancestral Pain

I’m losing my expression but I can’t lose my feeling.
So when I’m talking and you’re listening you might miss the meaning.
My shoulders are all wet and I’m all hung over.
So if you want someone to lean on, think of offering a shoulder.

Now I know what it feels like to be a man.
It’s what you’ve always been saying.
As the youth goes on and the wisdom dies
there will just be ancestral pain.

You paint, I’m painting.
The devils stars are falling while your saints are all fainting.
While all of ours are falling.

Famous lives, and gambling wives.
Penny-less children wishing for famous lives.

White and blue your colours are fading.
And what I see in you is constantly changing.
Waves sweep upon me and drive me insane.
You’re drowning me in my children’s pain.

Life is up and mostly downs.
And sadness stays and sinks in a while.
And death is done and done and gone.
But there’s still someone who makes me smile.

The Bald Eagle(Yellowstone National Park)

The bald eagle is higher than the crane and the summer rain.
The bald eagle is higher than the crane.

The bald eagle is higher than the stalk, a red glow in the dark.
The bald eagle is higher than the stalk.

The bald eagle is higher than a hawk, freedom with cause.
The bald eagle is higher than the hawk.

The bald eagle is higher than the dove, higher than love.
The bald eagle is higher than the dove.

The bald eagle is higher than the sun, and everyone.
The bald eagle is higher than the sun. 

The bald eagle is higher than the dove.

Golden

I miss you uncontrollably.  I still have your picture in my wallet.
I lay awake staring at stilted well-lit streets and air conditioned hallways.

I think of June Carter, I dress in black, I am the hero.

Absinthe and complimentary beers built around musings of you.
Accoutrements.
An audience while appreciated ultimately pointless. 

Him in your golden hands, not jealous no access.
Ultimately I feel betrayed.

Studying only what will distress you, excercising what will impress you.
Ultimately pointless.

Him in your golden hands, not jealous no access.
Ultimately I feel betrayed.

Snowing in Nagoya

I close my eyes
I hear the city
I keep them closed
superimpose
Nagoya in snow

I take this face
and sketch in place
A brand new scene

And cars collide and turn to cranes
they fly to find the silver line
the sound of trains

on the bus
a girl 
a scene unseen
a girl 
a tease at ease

I dash inside
and drop my keys
the sound more harsh
than falling leaves

they leave a mark on a fallen tree
a scratch on my table where a branch may be
the wind returns and the table greets
the gust a stranger to the wood it meets
the air offends the woods
as we have or as we would
when we write these words on fallen trees that could be from the same wood 

I open my eyes,
I see the street
I keep them wide
I greet 

Get into Town

Walked out on the highway with my thumb in the air
Take me home I ain’t never been there.

Was the first time I had been in my car.
Go to the mountains, I had come so far. 

The Carhole

How are you with a question mark?
Is there one for you and I?
What am I if I’m your better half?
Is there time to tell the time?

A wedding ring in a crystal ball
Spirits wailing in a dancing hall
Drinking like a fish but not at all

I’m the eclipse of the yellow sun
I’m the smoke and mirrors too
the card sharps and the lonely hearts
know that it takes two 

Apple in a sailing boat

Waking up at midnight with your girlfriend on your mind.
But your going back in time for these moments are not mine.
You and me have been resigned and we’ve gone our separate ways.
And you’ve shown me how that works.

Broke up in high school and that seems so long ago.
And everything was child’s play but I couldn’t keep her hangin’ on 
I miss being so close to you, I miss hanging out with you
Is that so crazy?

We were only just kids, she doesn’t know me
I’m so different back then
I’m just illogical
I should go back to sleep.