In Tune II

I do not decry beliefs
on the basis of my own
sing to me in the key of reason
and I will sing along

Sparkle

Seasons change

Adrift in a current of improbable schemes
I proceeded until the water turned to sand
when the crosswinds licked my cheeks
I stepped onto the grass

Myriad blackbirds overhead
were arguing about their roost
I hadn't reached that point
my blanket was still wet

Seasons flow

I passed the rites but flunked language
I didn't understand periods
friends were always winking me to stop
I thought they thought that I was cool

I wanted to say enough to cover it all
thus my dilemma
the aphorisms I spouted
evaporated as quickly as I spoke them

Seasons are the reasons

The difference between slide, feint, and fake
is the perception of degrees
mine was in history
I learned to disregard outcomes

And that brings me to you
and the sparkle you cast
you've seen me deep in thought
have you ever doubted who I was thinking of

Ideas

I want to be among people who talk about ideas,
who listen to the disparate voice of mankind without fear.
What is the point of an intransigent mind
when thought is the only true freedom?

The Loop

I have only one trail to follow
leading backwards from today
counter trust-wise and woman-woven
a track that turns back on itself
and hands me to what I can't escape

Smoke

My crisp edges
are a counterfeit facade
a foil for a frayed center and
weed blown conscience
that pretends everything
and portends nothing

The insipid little thoughts
that invade my friable mind
don't have enough glue
to hold my soul together
my dreams settle about my feet
like a sluggish smoke

Dream Check

The mood strikes me and I strike back
a rather purposeless enmeshment
in a fevered pursuit of a salvageable past
all the while calmly denying the present

Strange that I have given so much
and yet voice-time has become my only currency
I take my ticket from the dream check girl
and head for the ballroom with the other dull and normal

blissful

Imagined slights
and cataloged consequences
but on the other side of thought
a peaceful indifference
acknowledging nods
and blissful ignorance

There are places I can touch you
that string theory into being
when I hold you tight
it is not to keep your feet on the ground
can you remember those moments
when a whimper was a shout