The Bookshelf in My Brain

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Song with No Tune #2

Suddenly destroyed by nothing in particular
I cross the less traveled path
into the center and out again
All the lefts and rights fall away

I am happiest when I cry
and he is angriest when he sleeps

Dear and sweetheart the waiter says
A pursuit more genuine
It is 1000 pieces of broken glass
it is all collected ephemera

He is angry when he sleeps
He is angriest when he sleeps

Hard and brassy in the park there is some huge turning
I pay too much money and leave before he returns
Perhaps the wicked pursuit I should abandon
is of you
my dear

But I am happiest when I cry
And he is angriest when he sleeps.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Maybe it's a Song?

Board me up, the store is closed
Dusty lessons and broken souls
Make the rust run off my nose
Board me up, the store is closed

Dime a dozen paper goods
Broken class and warping wood
Only dirt where my heart once stood
Board me up the store is closed

Just a phase of my younger days
Lines of books out the door
Life was filled but the ring of the till
was totalled to less not more

Sweep my hat and wax the floor
I will study war no more
It is hollow at the core
Board it up, the store is closed