nothing is only as deep as your toe touches in

laying low is the penguin
the ocean now its melted home
the news lady said
the warming's global
so at least it's not alone

laying low is i
with nothing to show my worth
nothing coming here
nothing to go to
my hands have no work

tonight, while my face is in my pillow
i hope my sleepy senses carry you
and lift you in a careful billow
because if in my dreams you somehow linger
my awe will remain of those eyes of green
promised more than a pinky finger

headlights as white as winter
turned streaming gold swirls
captured in a still picture
still, there is no reality inside photography
there is just frame after frame
of what once was, but soon
will never be the same
so wrap your neck with every pixel, beautiful
show off your lion's mane

buried in the mass, just another screaming soldier
singing i got blood and guts and shoulders
to throw my ears over
and if you take away my little sharpened bayonet
then i will salute to nothing
and just wallow amongst my regret

swallow your passion
put out the burden
burning beneath your skin
for the sake of poetry
stick a fork in me
devour every word i hold within

at every impulse the pain halts ( Read more... )

uncertainty can cut your anchor off at the knot
and your boat will still steer towards the abyss
even if you ask it ever so nicely to stop
so don't get lost swimming in the sweat of the season
drowning in some useless, worrisome thought
just use old plato's logic and reason
and keep that kind of thinking stuck on the dock

if the taste of exhaust is what this costs
then i've already paid in full
biceps burning in the morning
catching a smoke during the lull
truth be told, i am very happy
watching the squirrels walk the telephone line
in this life i don't think there is much to find
staring up at heaven's underside

robin, build your nest
don't let the blue jay say a word
robin, build your nest
summer's call will soon be heard
robin, build your nest
spawn a brand new baby bird