Song of Straw

In the sun
You turn in offering

Holding only
light and water

The fruit is heavy;
still you cup your hands
built so strong
of damp earth
cured in the sun

But now

you can rest
stacked as you are
ready to give warmth
and become a prayer yourself

Chasing Rabbits

It’s odd
Thoroughly stupid, in fact
That a man
Can chase so many rabbits at once
Some are larger
Most smaller
They have every color
Scattering so quickly
When the damn kale is gone
Or they want to escape
From me
They’re wise in that
Because I’d dash their heads against the brick
Cook them, and eat them
Even the large ones
Are not that fucking big

The proof
That a man was not given much sense
Is that he can chase the rabbits
So many god-damned times

Captain Ellie

When I returned from
The Isle of Celyon
A hell, it burst between my ears
In a Sussex gutter
I resolved to die
To leave this world in gin and tears

God showed me mercy
He showed me love
When he sent her to my side
Cast out from my fellows
But in her warm hands
I found faith, and I found my pride

Captain Ellie, oh! She made me rise!
Rise!
Captain Ellie, oh! She made me rise!

This pain in my heart
It will not subside
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Tequila and Whiskey and Frank

On life’s edges I met a man
I called him a friend for a while
He drank from bottles of smoke and flesh
Through a crack on his face for a smile

The lights were shining brightly
True beauty in shadow and gray
For we both found such pretty things
Before our nights bled to days

Tequila and Whiskey and Frank
Tequila and Whiskey and Frank
Tequila and Whiskey and Frank
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Jameson on the Rocks and a Glass of Soda Water Works Too…

Happiness You know it?
It’s measured by the can
The barrel and the bottle
And the loudly playing band

And of an end to good times
That one should never speak
Because if our hearts be weighted
It’s sorrow that we’ll reap

And all that’s good and righteous
Our lovers, friends and fools
Would never live life hard enough
Without that hallowed brew

So lighten up your hearts now
Be brave and never fear
And where you go you’ll always know
That Steve would like a beer

Father Ouzo

I’ve met a pastor named Shandy
And vicar named Brandy
And a sister named Whiskey, it’s true

But for my tribulations
Across this creation
There’s but one thing that can get me through

For when I’m gone
And it’s rough
It’s that licorice stuff
That leads me to my life again

He’s a Greek
Never weak
He’s a cloudy-white freak…

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