The words fell out of the sky
Like bullets or frogs…
Name your poison
Everyday a new gift
From a different horizon
How mysteries grew
Like moss from dew
In the middle earth
Between us

Intrigue to intrigued
If you don’t mind me saying
The music and the melody
Wrung from the strings you were playing
A standing ovation
Greeted you at my door
When it became clear
You couldn’t take anymore
From the puppets dancing
Drunk and disorderly
Around the pyre
you lit
with their desire

I welcomed you in
And gave you shelter
Though I wondered
When did I
Determine to fly
Into the helter skelter
you left behind
for the dogs of winter
to gnaw on?

Desert dreaming
We made our break
Hitting the road
Our thirst to slake
Escape, escape!
In the red sea we tried
But that soon died
when you played the tape
Of a mother’s final words
To a daughter left unfurled
Under the bridge, beside the bay
In that wanton world
Made of clay

Up on Schnebly Hill we drove
Each in our own way we strove
To drown out the din
Screaming silently from within
carried by a painted-desert wind
across dying buttes and widening chasms

At the top of a red gyre
we fought with our desire
Stepping lightly and together
Like dancers on a feather
Trying hard not to slip
Into forever