Buzzard Hawk Buzzard
(Written 2021-04-12)

Vulture gnawin on a rib bone
With one eye on the sky 
A beak on fertilizer 
That dirty bird of death 

Decayin in the sunlight 
Rotting underground 
Comin up with the lily buds 
And rubin on the bees 

A caterpillar home 
In the red summer sun 
Don’t take yourself too serious  
Or you’ll get pricked with a thousand thorns 

Buzzard hawk buzzard 
The killer and the scavenger
To usher you to death  
And bring you back to life 

Buzzard hawk buzzard
Flying nose to tail 
In the perfect line of nature 
That’s beautiful and cruel

It’s the pleasures of the day 
That keep the daylight burnin 
Like pullin out old nails 
Or a cardinal at the window 

It’s hard to be in this room without you 
It’s hard to see an empty house 
The clock stopped on your birthday 
And it’s like you were never here 

I thought that I might see you  
Since there’s no rain under the trees 
The cemetery’s closed 
But there’s a rainbow to get you home 

Buzzard hawk buzzard  
The killer and the scavenger 
To usher you to death   
And bring you back to life  

Buzzard hawk buzzard 
Flying nose to tail  
In the perfect line of nature  
That’s beautiful and cruel

You never know when they’re comin 
They’ll just show up out of nowhere 

Buzzard hawk buzzard  
The killer and the scavenger 
To usher you to death   
And bring you back to life  

Buzzard hawk buzzard 
Flying nose to tail  
In the perfect line of nature  
That’s beautiful and cruel

Slow Movin Boots
(Written 2021-03-28)

I always thought you were golden 
Like a sunset through the trees 
How wonderful, For my eyes to see 

But the hearts and hands we’re holdin 
Come so easily apart 
I never wanted to go back to the start 

She said I’m still afraid to love you 
And your sedentary roots 
Your common way of workin 
And your slow movin boots 

Sometimes there’s no moon 
And I don’t know where you are 
I should've known when we’ve come this far 

She’s gotta go 
Gotta keep movin 
She’s a hammer on the head of the highway 

She said I’m still afraid to love you  
And your sedentary roots  
Your common way of workin  
And your slow movin boots 

How can you stay in one place 
I’d be burnin it down 
Like the cavalry comin for the town 

Any time it changes 
You’re shot out of the morning 
And we could never be the same 

She said I’m still afraid to love you  
And your sedentary roots  
Your common way of workin  
And your slow movin boots 

It Feels Like Time
(Written 2020-12-23)

Laying down
Blinking off the evening 
Fold your glasses   
Tuck them out of sight 

Waiting on the  
Passing of the darkness 
Watching all the 
Colors go away 

The difference in the 
Bottom of the hour 
And turning on the 
Blazing morning sun 

It feels like time 
Turning every hour 
Always losing never gaining 
Dripping away and fading  
It feels like time

 The new moon’s coming 
Pushing off the season 
A chance to hold it 
Everything we need 

Moving out  
On the horizon  
Sweeping forward 
Later rolling back 

The difference in the 
Waiting for the second 
And telling me right  
now, How you feel 

It feels like time  
Turning every hour  
Always losing never gaining  
Dripping away and fading   
It feels like time

The heat is slipping 
Every minute longer 
Pulling up the  
roots in harvest time 

Whenever you mean 
To wipe your hands of autumn 
And pull on a coat 
To hide the summer time 

I’ll let you move 
Away from getting better 
Watch it turn into 
Another day 

It feels like time   
Turning every hour   
Always losing never gaining   
Dripping away and fading    
It feels like time

Wings and Flyin 
(Written 2020-04-16)

Slidin down my driveway  
Right out into the world  
Gonna find out where I’m going 
With my arm around my girl 

We’re just goin along for the ride  
With no steering wheel 
If we’re headin for the river 
Just ask me how I feel 

We might be sproutin wings and flyin 
We might be losin a little ground 
But don’t tell us what we’re missing 
Just look at every thing we found 

Astronauts and cosmonauts  
Don’t mind floatin round 
With an airline on their back 
They ain’t never comin down 

Outer space ain’t no place 
Unless it’s me and you 
Let’s find Cape Canaveral 
And ask em about the view

We might be sproutin wings and flyin  
We might be losin a little ground  
But don’t tell us what we’re missing  
Just look at every thing we found 

 We’re taking off in an airstream 
With an afterburner glow 
All we got is hand in hand 
Look out for us below

We might be sproutin wings and flyin   
We might be losin a little ground   
But don’t tell us what we’re missing   
Just look at every thing we found 

Never See The Sun 
(Written 2019-12-13)

I don’t have any delusions  
About the work I’ve done 
It’s mostly in the effort 
That’ll never see the sun 

It’ll never happen 
If lead could ever fly 
Hard against the wind 
Bird on a grey sky 

There’s nothing but effort 
That’ll never see the sun

You can’t see in the dark 
til you turn out the light  
and let your eyes adjust  
To show what’s in the night 

The volume of the silence  
Is drown out by bracing 
And waiting for a sound 
To come and break the waiting 

There’s nothing but effort 
That’ll never see the sun 

The reasons i can think of 
Are all for staying put 
For the miles the mind must travel 
To move ahead one foot 

In and out of forward motion 
Every time there is a why 
That comes from the same place 
As the love that’s in your eyes 

There’s nothing but effort 
That’ll never see the sun 

There’s nothing but effort 
That’ll never see the sun

Cliffside Farm 
(Written 2019-01-13)

This old menghe valley’s been  
burnt down trampled and scorned  

It wasn't never more than some  
busted junk pile from a war 

It'll set ya back about a hundred years to walk it 
But these folks have been here longer they stopped countin 

Nickel Dawson fed em right when he was workin 
But the trains ain't bringing no cornmeal anymore 

He tried keeping time for passing locomotives 
And watchin after sacks of cash for relatives 

There's was something always missing in the bags 
It just enough to feed the boys he had 

Nickels, your food store is all out flour 
We're hoping to get some produce 
When the train comes in an hour 

You think I don't know my own back yard 
It's too late for that now 
I ain't never gonna stop 
Planting This cliffside farm 

The dusty dirt ‘ll flake right off the gravel 
You can't grow no crops on a cinderblock 

He gathered every seed he could or growing 
And buried each on a little rock ledge for sowing 

Old Nickels kept Em shaded from the burnin 
And drove the rain from wiping them away 

Come on down and help to my supply 
I got plenty of fresh potatoes corn and rye  

Nickels, your food store is all out flour  
We're hoping to get some produce  
When the train comes in an hour  

You think I don't know my own back yard  
It's too late for that now  
I ain't never gonna stop  
Planting This cliffside farm 

Long Road to Heaven
(Written 2018-12-31)

Snaking turns switchback the  
dust Between the blending of the  
mesquite With the bold number of  
days on the trail 

Sage points out the vibrant Pink and  
orange champions of the headwind  
Rising from the desolation  
ripping across the past 

The fine gravel grinds our feet Like the  
endless hunger holds our minds In a  
desperate kind of state Before the  
judgement of the age 

It’s a long road to heaven 
And it’s a long road to hell 
All the burning down below 
Has surely smoked the clouds so well 

The brush opens to a smoothen 
Flat beyond the trail that’s guarded  
by a single Quiet  
military tank 

Desert storm camouflage on 
Brand new tracks of sandblast sun 
Outfitted for fightin off  
all Threats we see 

The intents of the defense 
Were left without a guard  
So we moved right along  
And Past the century guns

It’s a long road to heaven  
And it’s a long road to hell  
All the burning down below  
Has surely smoked the clouds so well 

The opportunity was there 
For the wind to pass us by unharmed 
The earth became so bare Of any 
 life that was aware 

The cracking sand just stretched As far out 
as the wind could blow 
And we finally were surrounded 
By our new well damaged home

It’s a long road to heaven   
And it’s a long road to hell   
All the burning down below   
Has surely smoked the clouds so well 

Made a Sound 
(Written 2017-12-16)

Standing in the middle of a mile long railroad bridge
It's another mile  down to the Allegheny river 

A new weather patterns  been driving me west 
A chill I feel down deep in my bones 

Should I keep going or go back to municipal waste
If I go  down, will I come back up 

Black powder engine blackout the sun
 faint and rolling rumble, run for my life 

The ruin of some structure makes way for hallowed ground  
The artifacts are evidence we lived, or ever made a sound 

Now the choice is  chasing me to solid ground  
A head wind is blowing makin me slow 

Feats of strength with a man on the track
He wanted to  make it home on time 

Just as the whistle sound, I made the bank thankful for the grass
Lying face down I felt a gun in my back 

They saw me running and turned me away
Because they didn't know where I’m from 

The ruin of some structure makes way for hallowed ground  
The artifacts are evidence we lived, or ever made a sound