There is a tree on the back of the moon
I look out my window he looks at me too

Tonight in my dreams I will
Swing from his branches
Learning to fly taking
All kinds of chances

There is a tree on the back of the moon
His name is the wind and the sound of the loon

Delight in your dreams be they
Fears or romances
Lovers that lead you through
Beautiful dances

Dream Tree 
Fireflies in your boughs 
I can see from their glow
All the way back to my house

Dream Tree
Soon your leaves they will fall
And we’ll ride them like kites
‘Til the moon looks so small

Nightlight Narrator

Dream Tree

Twelve years old
Fighting shadows
In the woods again
Running home from

Your best friend’s
Party
It wasn’t what you thought it would be

Toys or a stage
Always like a child
I only want my turn

To be in control
Of the present moment
Such a finite soul
But where it enters where it goes just
Wasn’t what I thought it would be

Coward kid
I promise pretty soon
You’re gonna have 
That drink

And therapy is looming
What with six months always moving
It wasn’t what I thought it would be

A four dimensional body	
Time blind but never saw me
When I try recalling
It wasn’t what I thought it would be

A four dimensional body	
Time blind but never saw me
When I try recalling
It wasn’t what I thought it would be
It wasn’t what I thought it would be
It wasn’t what I thought it would be

Time Blind

There’s only two lights in the red sky tonight
There’s only two lights in the red sky tonight
Too early for stars
It’s just moon and mars
And the big man has half given up
Then you arrive 

To meet me under the moonlight
Meet me
To meet me under the moonlight 
Meet me

There’s only four eyes in the backyard of mind
There’s only four eyes in the backyard of mind
Your friends both got drunk
Hit the bottle/bottom bunk
And I’m designated to drive

When the stars go out
The sparks go up
Return to Mars
In an embrace

To meet me under the moonlight
Meet me
To meet me under the moonlight 
Meet me

I watched them as they burned

Meet me under the moonlight
Meet me

Sparks Of Mars

At the waterfall
I will still be checking
Every one the car is passing
For icicles and some magic

At the old strip mall
Where the VHS store was
Now, a restaurant
You go there you
Bought some fries for me

Said you want me to know
I can leave this small town
If I come back for you
Sometimes

In the hidden trillium	
Beneath the evergreens
I can almost taste the bloody nose
Of brother memories

From the take-turn comic books
Of bunk bed revelries
Comes a nightlight narrator
With no skills for whispering

You get caught
Up way too late
Take all the blame
For me

Dried out on the rock
By the riverside
Above the spot somebody died in
Rapid waters, you got baptized

Fiction as the fall
Stories change like leaves
The brittle page in grandma’s book
Shattered in our minds you glanced at me

Said you want me to know 
I can leave this small town	
If I come back for you
Sometimes

(Round 1) - At the waterfalls
(Round 2) - At the old strip mall
(Round 3) - Fiction as the fall

In the hidden trillium 
Beneath the evergreens
I can almost taste the bloody nose 
Of brother memories

Fries For Me

Cripple my eyes they are
Far too sore
To watch me fall 
Apart on the floor

Arms disconnected and
Ribcage all splayed 
Neither meant for mending
Nor meant to decay

So I’ll go
Bit by bit
Let it all fall back place
Trust my frame to know 
It’s own shape
And that fate
Is just the fear of a conscious mind
And someone who can give a damn today

Body expectant all 
Flinches and touch
The nerves to make a plan
Still trembles at the hunch.

Phantom replacers
Don’t ward sting
Just make another human into
Some prosthetic being

So I’ll go
Bit by bit
Let it all fall back in place
Trust my frame to know 

It’s own shape
And that fate
Is just the fear of a conscious mind
And someone who can give a damn today

Tongue like a tangerine
Well it must be my allergies
Please excuse me

So I’ll go
Bit by bit
Let it all fall back in place
Trust my frame to know 

It’s own shape
And that fate
Is just the fear of a conscious mind
And someone who can give a damn today

Prosthetic

You made it big in
Elevator Town
Back home we wanna know
Does it bum you out
That we don’t idolize you?
The statues stuck in the ground
Are kids who stuck around
Making repairs to 

Old abandoned buildings
Scratching out a living
Helping a neighbor out
You’re looking mighty selfish
Hoarding all your wealth at the top 
Of elevator town
Elevator town

You sway along with
Ella, Duke, and Count
The final course comes out
And you gladly trade 
Awards for recitations
But what’s this lump on a shelf
When you’ve got nobody else
Who’s known you through the phases of

How you got the injury
Why you wake up limping
Football and homecoming crown
Where you were were such a heartbreak
Now when the old knee aches 
You get so high ‘til there’s no coming down
From Elevator Town

The fantasy of the
Highlights’ passing glare
As Otis flies through the air
You’re assured of self
By each number extinguished 
The cable comes to a stop
Always at almost the top
To keep you ever reaching and

Far from those beneath you
Bottom always see through
Staring your neighbor down
From here down to the sidewalk
It’s someone else’s write-off
And the payoff is back on the ground

It's Elevator Town
Elevator Town
Elevator Town

Elevator Town

Everything that led to here
Has been turned over
Like eye contact
We avoid the results

Fidget with the things we found
A little feather
Railroad spike you
Kept inside your car
Made it so far

Now it’s on a stack of objects bound for Goodwill
Resale values probably pretty low
Shifting boxes and vacuuming the apartment
Administrative rituals of letting go

Of what filled a home
In dusty corners, glowed
I know what is gold
Relinquish control

When our friends helped you pack 
You spoke well of me
I listened to the weepies, made short trips in my car

With gifts to supplement they said this
Is temporary
Handed me a box of utensils on a desk
Admit they’re not the best

They were on a stack of objects bound for Goodwill
Hope that these can help you out for now

One last hug then locking the apartment
Embrace until we ultimately let go

Of what filled a home
In dusty corners, glowed
I know what is gold
Relinquish control

So go and be good
In dusty corners, glow
I know what is gold
And freely let go

Goodwill

Can’t jump over the canyon
Said the weather would turn
It took only an ember
For my brother to learn

That this is the last cold summer
For the next 40 years
Sure as the orange sun will rise
Through charcoal atmosphere

When the smoke clears  
You won't be here and neither will I
When the smoke clears 
You won't be here and neither will I

Won’t stand up to the canister
Puts the bees in your eyes
Yellow, black, and they’re dying
And some still feel surprised

That this is the last cold summer
As far as I can see
Packing the kids in the van and heading
Way back East

When the smoke clears  
You won't be here and neither will I
When the smoke clears 
You won't be here and neither will I
Neither will I

Someone’s fighting for water
Someone’s lighting their gas
You prefer me so passive but I 
Prefer kicking your ass

And this is the last cold summer
In a burning heart
Even a pen on cardboard 
Can be a match can be a spark

When the smoke clears  
You won't be here and neither will I
When the smoke clears 
You won't be here and neither will I
But somebody will

Smoke

And after all this time of glistening
You find it strange
That I would choose to leave
It outside

Fancy bike, now is rusted, and it don’t shine
Guess you’re right, I can’t have nice things if I don’t try
But you don’t rub my nose in it

You pull up your tools
Kick the kickstand
Make it ride again
You are good with your hands

Awakened by your slumber symphony
Did you just say
While I was half asleep
Come with me outside

Can’t be right, left the lights off in the hall
Smoke of the coals, heating the chimney, first night of April
Staring at the South sky

Binocular lens
Fixed on the commit
No shaking at all
Yeah you are good with your hands

A laugh forgot your mother’s mystery
The bed of death
Her grandson spoke a need
To breath outside

When I got back, she was sleeping in your arms
Periapsis and role reversal, future recalled

You lay her down
Brushing her white hair
Body celestial
You are good with your hands

Andy Zook