Everymen (The Midnight Man Pt. 2)

You were just chasing pavements
When the roadblock tore them up apart
Then their cars ran you over,
I think construction’s just about to start
As though you smiled like you mean it
You’ve always wanted to take that leap of faith
But when you set out to wait
You just come around –
As you would’ve thought
That maybe it’s just a yellow traffic sign
Because you’re writhing against the stake
And the speeding red sunshine
Turning to a calendar when you awake;

it was such energy!
Time to chase some wild goose!

Try to be out of the woods
Your doctors told you to always catch your breath
You’re supposed to smile like you mean it,
because right now you’re just biting your nails wet
Do you meet people that often
Because you cannot trade your wits for yesterday
because you when stay put again
They’ll just run you over
As you would’ve thought
That maybe they’ll say the green light
is a word of advice
and the speeding world news televise
your haste has been an accident;

it was such energy!
Time to chase some wild goose!

You walk and crawl around the edges with a pistol in your head
You’re told the bullet will spill your blood to fill a dearth

As you would’ve thought maybe it’s the red traffic sign;
The Raven-haired, he’s just a passerby
The Midnight Man, he’ll only ask you why
Them Everymen now everybody walks off: wrap yourself up

Untitled (The Raven-haired Firefly Pt. 3)

The capricorn boy at sundown left
chasing pavements at the forest
But the clouds have poured in; to crest
was to know by midnight he has wept -

with a flicker, with the wind and moonbeam
The raven-haired firefly rushes with a smile
Like a thought, it disappears for a while,
only to escape within his charred dream

The Ocean Drowns Through You

How do you taste the earth
You felt
without a trace,
for twenty two years: what dearth
would’ve seared
your skin

What do you see, what do you dream:
the drop in the ocean–

I hear you see, walking above the stream,
the fire under your feet:
You raise your arm, rocks turn to wheat,
the gushing of wine

and how it glints –

Time is lent to what you meant
to make, to rake;
The ocean is wide, the ocean is sand,
the ocean trickles down your hand –

Does it fade, does it make say,
“It will trade for yesterday”?

Time is meant to what you lent
to make, to rake;
You are earth, you are dearth,
you are a drop in the ocean –

The ocean is afar, the ocean is sky
The ocean is such great height;
The ocean crashes on your feet –

but I can see it drown through you;
I want to see the world surrender,
I can see right through your eyes