I left your house this morning about a quarter after nine Coulda been the Willie Nelson, coulda been the wine When I left your house this morning It was a little after nine It was in Bobcaygeon I saw the constellations Reveal themselves one star at a time Drove back to town this morning with […]

By design by neglect For a fact or just for effect When they met where they connect At the confluence of travel and sex More a trip than a quest Plunged into the deeply freckled breast Where to now? If I had to guess I’m afraid to say Antarctica’s next or Chagrin Falls, Ohio Where […]

I like the tone of your trumpet C’mon let’s spill some paint Let’s raise a glass of milk to the end of another day And to the kiss that’s still intangible The kids are alright just unmanageable They won’t do a damn thing you say Your voice is all detached on a radio-wave breeze We […]

Spring starts when a heartbeat’s pounding When the birds can be heard above the reckoning carts doing some final accounting Lava flowing in Superfarmer’s direction He’s been getting reprieve from the heat in the frozen-food section Don’t tell me what the poets are doing Don’t tell me that they’re talking tough Don’t tell me that […]

It was our third time in New York It was your fourth time in New York We were fifth and sixth on the bill We talk a little about our bands talk a little of our future plans It’s not like we were best friends That number scheme comes back to me In times beyond […]

Whether laying down yourself beside it Or slipping into its cool and rushing effects Or drifting on it to where it broadens Your admiration for its more elusive aspects Being draw along by it Carried under carried away By its long-term membership By the time the ice-huts hit the bottom We were already home in […]

The man ‘cross the street he don’t move a muscle Though he’s all covered in dust When constitutions of granite can’t save the planet What’s to become of us With a painted restraint I don’t move a muscle Though a turbine roars If the bathwater’s clear and my ear’s underwater It’s a tolerant hum from […]

If there’s a goal that everyone remembers, it was back in ol’ 72 We all squeezed the stick and we all pulled the trigger And all I remember is sitting beside you You said you didn’t give a fuck about hockey And I never saw someone say that before You held my hand and we […]