I’m going out for a walk
I got things to do before dark descends

The leaves give voice to the wind
and whisper gossip of the trees
Crashing waves are but one expression 
of the vast ocean we can see

We suffer the myopia of terrestrial creatures, 
the world cares not that I tread upon it
We casually walk through centuries decades and days 
We flaneur the alleys and back ways and the transect of boulevards

Our tender psyches are proven in the heat emanating from the masonry, 
or the chill from the spear-tipped iron fences,
A deep time urgency of limestone and accretions of once living things, 
the steady horror of history evaporating, dissipating, radiating

Cobbles and bricks and stones give traction to our ideas
Occasionally escaping the constricting orbit of lust, hunger, thirst, compulsion, 

I’m not mourning, I’m avoiding, 
I recoil and shrink from the grief at the loss, of innocence and opportunity, 
of serendipity ignored or happenstance waved off, foolishly, 

I’m hiding from the feelings of love of place, I’m keeping gravity at arms’ length
I’m should be shedding these strictures 
the hard shell of anxieties and vulnerabilities calcified 
I need to molt, morph, embrace with new soft wet limbs

I can trace in my mind every step I took to get to your house.
I slink stoned through the night to your house,
I imagine I hear the buoys clanging in the bay and feel the rise of the city over fragrant hills and night-quiet streets all at my back, I shake off the city to enter your room and slide into bed and your soft breath and small eyes of sleep.

I was there, I know it, I felt it. 
In the moment I may have been distracted, disembodied,
My body here and my head somewhere else, 

Or Like Saint Denis, walking down from the mount, Advertising my martyrdom, dutifully toting my head, cross-purposes with my body, 

I remember every step I took to get to your house
I remember every step to your house

Your House

Big rio grande river bridge

Sounds from Tuesday evening

friends in space

the pavement is wet 
the freshening rain 
ozone smells so clean

it’s not what you think
there’s more than you know
walking together at night

a thin shell of air 
morning makes clear
how far are you willing to go

we’re friends in space
you got friends in space
friends in space
out of time out of place

refrain/chorus

tilt everything on its side
the horizon bends and bows
doubt it will stick but it’s worth a try

feel the planet fly

Small Town

Little Help

E
A  Am E

B C Am E


Chambered rounds are unwelcome distractions
Got time on my hands, to clear things up
Here, hold my beer
I got a thing or two
To ask of you

She was a ghost that came to stay
A warm fuzzy feeling I carry today
It shores me up like a buttercup
A daffodil

B
I’m not too proud to want
C                                      D
But don’t want to have to ask
E
For a little help
E
Even if it’s little help

E     
She was a ghost that came to stay
E					    A      Am
Her presence and pretense carried me away
E
Lupines on the breeze, a sweeping vista, 
B                         C                 D
Not looking back, we ran together

Little help
I’m not too proud to want
A little help
Even if it’s little help

Chambered rounds are unwelcome distractions
With time on my hands, 
here, hold my beer
I got a thing or two, to ask of you


I’m on my back regarding the ceiling
A mote of dust swirls in sunlight
Cobwebs hanging down like flowers upside down
A crystal chandelier/My thoughts unclear

Windows open, doors ajar
I’m not getting far
I’m going out tonight
I’ve got to see my friends

She’s a ghost that went away
I tried my best to make her stay
She’s ephemeral
It’s understandable

Truth be told it’s colder inside than outside
If I’m honest with myself
I didn’t put up a fight
Truth is a casualty
When your feelings hurt

Jottawalee

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