i need you

i need you
i need you
i'm a soil with no retention
a retirement with no pension
i need you

i need you
i need you
help me thirst for what's real
never quench the quest
for greener fields
i need you

like a diamond in the sky

July 5, green bay, wisconsin

Wisconsin has desolate farm roads that bend and curve like a river.   I went running down one under sinister skys.  The clouds winked at me just  moments before emptying their black bellies.  I was 4 miles away from shelter, so I rolled my phone into my shirt and ducked for cover under the arm of a tree.   A gentlemen flung open his garage door and gestured me in, so I entered shirtless and sweaty.  I said, "thanks for taking in a stranger, I won't be long, just need to make a phone call." after offering me beers and warm food-- I thanked him again, to which he said," believe me, I've been there.  Son, I'm 77 years old,
I've been lots of places."

wake up, sleeper

wake up, sleeper

everyone is waiting
in the white walls
next to your hospital bed
you living or dead?

outside we are moving
shuffling about
but none of our collective motions seem to count
pleasure sought in the immediate
has rendered vanity, vanity darker doubts

the day you get up
people will make brilliant {things}
like the sun rise, it will happen
we are waiting

wake up, sleeper
wake up
wake up
wake up, sleeper

we're tied to that I.V. like chains
the moment we pull the chord
put our feet on the cold floor
run like hell out the back door
we are wounded no longer
wounded no longer
wounded, no longer lame

montreal.

i'm sailing.
I'm drifting.
I'm driving and colliding, all into the inviting arms of your burning charm. it hurts like hell and churns vibrant eden like heaven.

i'm melting. i'm freezing. i'm half in-tune and half lost in juxtaposed timing.

i know you. who are you? i think i see you and then only see myself, cos that's what i'm looking at.

i'm wandering. i'm prodding the laziness into omission. i need a mission. i wanna build an entirely different kind of world, though it's all a dirty blur. all my convictions are certainly unsure.

into the winding cannon i roll.

broken
broken
broken

here we go