Chimney
The autumn twilight
The masquerade
The days move forward
Thoughtless cadets on parade
Do I feel more afraid?
Than what I used to be?
Of being somebody, or nobody
A fading glint
Took me for a walk
I buttoned my coat
Though you wanted to talk
With your dissolvable salt
I know you didn’t mean to
You’re just telling the truth
The faces of strangers
The indifference of a moment
A neighborhood renting
Because they can’t own it
With their inevitable sin
The motorcyclist makes a delivery
Beside the lawn with a smoking chimney
Chimney, has a memory
Of the way things were supposed to be
Chimney, lighting up in the dying heat
With almond eyes set beside crow’s feet
The evening animates
In sashaying wind
It could be leading me further out
Or right back in
To yesterday’s hobgoblin
Everyone’s smarter than me
Monuments to efficiency
And I’m walking in a circle
To find my way home
Dimming those palaces in my mind
Where the light relentlessly shone
Upon pillars of stone
Crumbling to dust in the present
Eventually preserved in a dangling pendant
When I’m a few blocks away
It kicks back to sense
Some ideas fade
Love is permanent
For a sense of recompense
Then Chimney coughs and returns inside
Is she thinking about the one she left behind?
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Chimney
The autumn twilight
The masquerade
The days move forward
Thoughtless cadets on parade
Do I feel more afraid?
Than what I used to be?
Of being somebody, or nobody
A fading glint
Took me for a walk
I buttoned my coat
Though you wanted to talk
With your dissolvable salt
I know you didn’t mean to
You’re just telling the truth
The faces of strangers
The indifference of a moment
A neighborhood renting
Because they can’t own it
With their inevitable sin
The motorcyclist makes a delivery
Beside the lawn with a smoking chimney
Chimney, has a memory
Of the way things were supposed to be
Chimney, lighting up in the dying heat
With almond eyes set beside crow’s feet
The evening animates
In sashaying wind
It could be leading me further out
Or right back in
To yesterday’s hobgoblin
Everyone’s smarter than me
Monuments to efficiency
And I’m walking in a circle
To find my way home
Dimming those palaces in my mind
Where the light relentlessly shone
Upon pillars of stone
Crumbling to dust in the present
Eventually preserved in a dangling pendant
When I’m a few blocks away
It kicks back to sense
Some ideas fade
Love is permanent
For a sense of recompense
Then Chimney coughs and returns inside
Is she thinking about the one she left behind?
These Psychic Fields
From the hotel window
The city is a kaleidoscope
Of blurred light
In the bedroom mirror
You voice your positive affirmation
Once, and then twice
The nightstand offers
A torn pack of baseball cards
And an empty bottle of Sapporo
You watch another Twilight Zone
Incredulous at the idea
There’s two hours until tomorrow
These psychic fields
That connect you & me
It has to be real
Our gap in notoriety
You feel like you are no one
Not even worth the
Strings I strum
In the lounge there is a locker
Left abandoned
Tagged with graffiti
Everyday you see a skull exploding
While dining on your
And memory
There was a moment of momentum
And then all the good luck
Abruptly stopped
They considered you for the picture
Which was tinted and angled
And you were unfortunately cropped
Chorus
You think about my life
How you’d love to live in music
And sleep on a tour bus
You have one of mine
Stuck in your head
Specifically the chorus
You daydream of wearing
A leather jacket loaded
With money and swagger
When ponder living
Someone else’s life
The details never seem to matter
Chorus
Two men staring at the same city
Only, from different
Windows
I am burden by the excess
Of hope I carry
While you nurse your thimble
We both got drunk
Couldn’t dream, even with
A warm body in our bed
Neither of us could touch
The sudden snowfall upon
All the living and the dead
Chorus
So, both of us wandered
Out of our hotels
Which were directly across the street
It turns out Madison Avenue
Is a perfect place for
Strangers to meet
We made eye contact, commented
Mutually on the flurries, you joked about
The shabby slippers on my feet
Though you probably regretted never mentioning the album
You once made
Your humor before fate,
Allowed me later to stop resisting sleep
And fade
Chorus
Coda:
What’s the worth of two men?
One having more than the other
Could we have been friends?
Discussed both having a mother
We separate ourselves, defined through
Cause, career, and achievement
We stare up at shadowy walls
In the evening
Having never really believed
In any of it
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Show Do Tell: A Reading Series & Art Review
Chimney
The autumn twilight
The masquerade
The days move forward
Thoughtless cadets on parade
Do I feel more afraid?
Than what I used to be?
Of being somebody, or nobody
A fading glint
Took me for a walk
I buttoned my coat
Though you wanted to talk
With your dissolvable salt
I know you didn’t mean to
You’re just telling the truth
The faces of strangers
The indifference of a moment
A neighborhood renting
Because they can’t own it
With their inevitable sin
The motorcyclist makes a delivery
Beside the lawn with a smoking chimney
Chimney, has a memory
Of the way things were supposed to be
Chimney, lighting up in the dying heat
With almond eyes set beside crow’s feet
The evening animates
In sashaying wind
It could be leading me further out
Or right back in
To yesterday’s hobgoblin
Everyone’s smarter than me
Monuments to efficiency
And I’m walking in a circle
To find my way home
Dimming those palaces in my mind
Where the light relentlessly shone
Upon pillars of stone
Crumbling to dust in the present
Eventually preserved in a dangling pendant
When I’m a few blocks away
It kicks back to sense
Some ideas fade
Love is permanent
For a sense of recompense
Then Chimney coughs and returns inside
Is she thinking about the one she left behind?
