Nothing, 2003
Marriage records
Some Lightning
Nothing
Off With Yr Hats
Rose Hips
Be Finished
The Mark of the Good Things That Pass
My Senses Ends
The Last One Living
Whose Voice Had Called
The Closer That I Come
Some Lightning
Some lightning carved the horizon
Through me, while I stood watch
Of the sea and sky meeting,
Some lightning made me, cutting
Like other points and views,
From which one can observe
Nothing's the part of what you see that's in between,
Nothing's the part of what you see that's bending
Some lion's belt around lacing belly,
Some sweltering poised sea anemone
The shape of those rocks coming out of the ocean:
That is my shape
Until god thinks I must be thrust again into being
But you're only the shape of how you're raised
Out of the water or on the beach, torn away
Cut away to the future
Nothing
But it feels cool to be wasteful,
To join tears and join years
That you have left around the rest
A new landscape, to be awake
It hurts to start or cut your tongue
On a sharp rock where you tried to run
The coldest fondness you gave your feet
To hold you up and show you up
On the stock you stuck your claim
And blamed it plain for all the names
That you built up and laid upon
You're all hard up, laid on the sun
And you go down and make it great
You make it well, you made a lake
That sits there in the middle,
Where you're often torn apart,
Where you can never figure
Which the hell way you are
And though you'll never be successful
In making it go a way
That you want or care for
Makes it anyway
So I'll leave simply
And promise you a fair
That won't be too expensive
And leave you wondering where
Nothing glows and nothing comes
And nothing dances on tiptoes
To see before the sun comes up
With nothing left, to be yourself
With nothing to keep you,
With nothing to break,
With everyone to love you
And all of them to say:
Whatever you have shared before
Today do share again
It's taken shelves to store accomplishments
And a thousand leaves and lakes
To fall out of your pockets
And never find the ground
To be lost in the moment
That day you came around
Off With Yr Hats
Off with the hat, on with the oven
Come look around, go looking for something
Creeps all carouse, rolling and tumbling
Love in, look out
Hat sounds all about
We'll find something to look for here or
I don't care where
You're all out without me, let's try it together
With it down to the wire, stick a fork in the outlet
Pulls away from the get-set, you're sure wearing leather
He's gone now to sink to the sea floor here or
I don't care where
It's all how it starts out, and I never leave 'til I'm kicked out
Or flipped out the window that my foot's out
When I fell out to feel it out on the green grassy dewdrop
Or shout it out or throw it out, they say she's a knockout
Cause she'll knock you out in the ring, and when I start to look in,
I start boxing
With the laughing and the giggling that stinks up the hallway
Smells stick to me, remembering like glue to stick together today
We'll find something to look for here or
I don't care where
Rose Hips
The streets are like the ocean, that the water fills their brims
And your head is just the same thing if it fills a hat with tears
With the reasons we get and the gifts we accept,
And the promise we request the promise isn’t half
Of something to wrestle with
Golden gardens and pussing lips
Rose hips and bull whips
And there ain’t no one to talk to, and you can’t talk at all
As you sleeping as a baby, as you see you lurking somebody
On the cliff or on the edge or on the way into the hedge
It’s a murky time to rest and times crooked to attest
The supple cup of blood or an undone vein of mud
Well I’ll be one to take your promise to the beach or by the way
Of the dreams that pass before us, or the murderous journey towards
Some ideal that’s innovation for sleeping on a stone
Or being in your death bed, or seeing that your blood rests
On the bottom of the canyon in the morning
Be Finished
This will be resounding
A hundred times again
In the summer, evening creeps up
If you get used to a day
The shadow all came later
And words would have you think
Those words flung among us,
A darkness out to dry
And still the sun is sleeping
When I expect to see
And still someone was coming,
It truly was not me
But I’ll try to let skeins flung out
Be wound around again
And I’ll try to let the rough rocks
Be finished by the waves
The Mark of the Good Things That Pass
Oh, when you were sick, you knew I would care
I stayed by your bedside, I stayed beside light
Until you awakened and makethed me free
I couldn’t regret it, I couldn’t deny it
Before you have told me that good things do burn
And their fire is frozen and their fire held up
In between crowds each one can see
That good things are things and good things are chosen
So, now you have told me that I will burn too
And become the ash from which we all grew
I couldn’t regret it, I couldn’t deny it
So here lies the mark of the good things that passed
My Senses Ends
It happens almost every time that winter ends get tangled up
We turn to beams of light or ways of life to make the night not full of death
And lakes are raked up to the grave, we’ve buried their sweet smelling beams
And these are waves, mound-bounding seams
Might not say thanks or ask you “please?”
But still, they’ll treat you just the same
In the same way as they would, sweetly,
Other things
It’s coming out that makes you tired and going down that makes you soar
So, catching breathes with aching limbs, we all walked back to the car then
It happens almost every time, my senses ends get tangled up
That I’m seeing things or I have dreams
But always crescent parts of breezes
The Last One Living
To go to god with your unbending burdens
Lands you in the pond with the fishes and the journeys,
Melts the slope that dives to the road,
Melts the groove that sends you aloof,
Melts the stoop where you sleuth
If you are flying in the sight
Of the oldest people’s towns,
You are raised up to the height
Of the perfect floating round
And the last one living will abide,
The last one living will divide
And the last one living will decide
And the last one living will be right
Paint whirling feathers into flowing blows,
Getting beating by the stream that flows below
Get impressions of the bridge we tow across,
Drive on out to go swimming in the big lusty river of rust
Pointing voices at the mirrors and the roads
That stand before us and slam us in the sloughs
And the last one living will abide
The last one living will divide
And the last one living will decide
And the last one living will be right
Whose Voice Had Called
Whose voice had called and damned it all?
It wasn’t enough for feathers, a small gust
And we’ll go along as always we’ve done,
As it was woven all around our arms again
And it’s how you’ll hold your day, at least I hope away
‘Cause it will turn your eyes into the morning light
And I don’t miss your silence or what’s passed behind us
Light is bound to climb us and boulders break around us
The Closer That I Come
The closer that I come to the place you’re said to be
The more that voice extends, the more I am not me
It’s clear that you are without fear, it makes things plain to see
It couldn’t be more boring here, so run in light green leaves
I forget that no one knows justice like a friend
Leaves when I want her to and stays when I am glad
To have her or to hold her, I’m still made out of clay
If anything could make me, well, a sculptor could, but make me good
And shape my heart into my home, into my state and to my realm
And to the people I’m around
I have a new appointment, it never comes to pass
And I have found all my days fast, and fast and fast
And every one is different, you never swim in me the same
Each time, hours fill my dreamboat
And it sings to the bottom of the morning
Nothing
Off With Yr Hats
Rose Hips
Be Finished
The Mark of the Good Things That Pass
My Senses Ends
The Last One Living
Whose Voice Had Called
The Closer That I Come
Some Lightning
Some lightning carved the horizon
Through me, while I stood watch
Of the sea and sky meeting,
Some lightning made me, cutting
Like other points and views,
From which one can observe
Nothing's the part of what you see that's in between,
Nothing's the part of what you see that's bending
Some lion's belt around lacing belly,
Some sweltering poised sea anemone
The shape of those rocks coming out of the ocean:
That is my shape
Until god thinks I must be thrust again into being
But you're only the shape of how you're raised
Out of the water or on the beach, torn away
Cut away to the future
Nothing
But it feels cool to be wasteful,
To join tears and join years
That you have left around the rest
A new landscape, to be awake
It hurts to start or cut your tongue
On a sharp rock where you tried to run
The coldest fondness you gave your feet
To hold you up and show you up
On the stock you stuck your claim
And blamed it plain for all the names
That you built up and laid upon
You're all hard up, laid on the sun
And you go down and make it great
You make it well, you made a lake
That sits there in the middle,
Where you're often torn apart,
Where you can never figure
Which the hell way you are
And though you'll never be successful
In making it go a way
That you want or care for
Makes it anyway
So I'll leave simply
And promise you a fair
That won't be too expensive
And leave you wondering where
Nothing glows and nothing comes
And nothing dances on tiptoes
To see before the sun comes up
With nothing left, to be yourself
With nothing to keep you,
With nothing to break,
With everyone to love you
And all of them to say:
Whatever you have shared before
Today do share again
It's taken shelves to store accomplishments
And a thousand leaves and lakes
To fall out of your pockets
And never find the ground
To be lost in the moment
That day you came around
Off With Yr Hats
Off with the hat, on with the oven
Come look around, go looking for something
Creeps all carouse, rolling and tumbling
Love in, look out
Hat sounds all about
We'll find something to look for here or
I don't care where
You're all out without me, let's try it together
With it down to the wire, stick a fork in the outlet
Pulls away from the get-set, you're sure wearing leather
He's gone now to sink to the sea floor here or
I don't care where
It's all how it starts out, and I never leave 'til I'm kicked out
Or flipped out the window that my foot's out
When I fell out to feel it out on the green grassy dewdrop
Or shout it out or throw it out, they say she's a knockout
Cause she'll knock you out in the ring, and when I start to look in,
I start boxing
With the laughing and the giggling that stinks up the hallway
Smells stick to me, remembering like glue to stick together today
We'll find something to look for here or
I don't care where
Rose Hips
The streets are like the ocean, that the water fills their brims
And your head is just the same thing if it fills a hat with tears
With the reasons we get and the gifts we accept,
And the promise we request the promise isn’t half
Of something to wrestle with
Golden gardens and pussing lips
Rose hips and bull whips
And there ain’t no one to talk to, and you can’t talk at all
As you sleeping as a baby, as you see you lurking somebody
On the cliff or on the edge or on the way into the hedge
It’s a murky time to rest and times crooked to attest
The supple cup of blood or an undone vein of mud
Well I’ll be one to take your promise to the beach or by the way
Of the dreams that pass before us, or the murderous journey towards
Some ideal that’s innovation for sleeping on a stone
Or being in your death bed, or seeing that your blood rests
On the bottom of the canyon in the morning
Be Finished
This will be resounding
A hundred times again
In the summer, evening creeps up
If you get used to a day
The shadow all came later
And words would have you think
Those words flung among us,
A darkness out to dry
And still the sun is sleeping
When I expect to see
And still someone was coming,
It truly was not me
But I’ll try to let skeins flung out
Be wound around again
And I’ll try to let the rough rocks
Be finished by the waves
The Mark of the Good Things That Pass
Oh, when you were sick, you knew I would care
I stayed by your bedside, I stayed beside light
Until you awakened and makethed me free
I couldn’t regret it, I couldn’t deny it
Before you have told me that good things do burn
And their fire is frozen and their fire held up
In between crowds each one can see
That good things are things and good things are chosen
So, now you have told me that I will burn too
And become the ash from which we all grew
I couldn’t regret it, I couldn’t deny it
So here lies the mark of the good things that passed
My Senses Ends
It happens almost every time that winter ends get tangled up
We turn to beams of light or ways of life to make the night not full of death
And lakes are raked up to the grave, we’ve buried their sweet smelling beams
And these are waves, mound-bounding seams
Might not say thanks or ask you “please?”
But still, they’ll treat you just the same
In the same way as they would, sweetly,
Other things
It’s coming out that makes you tired and going down that makes you soar
So, catching breathes with aching limbs, we all walked back to the car then
It happens almost every time, my senses ends get tangled up
That I’m seeing things or I have dreams
But always crescent parts of breezes
The Last One Living
To go to god with your unbending burdens
Lands you in the pond with the fishes and the journeys,
Melts the slope that dives to the road,
Melts the groove that sends you aloof,
Melts the stoop where you sleuth
If you are flying in the sight
Of the oldest people’s towns,
You are raised up to the height
Of the perfect floating round
And the last one living will abide,
The last one living will divide
And the last one living will decide
And the last one living will be right
Paint whirling feathers into flowing blows,
Getting beating by the stream that flows below
Get impressions of the bridge we tow across,
Drive on out to go swimming in the big lusty river of rust
Pointing voices at the mirrors and the roads
That stand before us and slam us in the sloughs
And the last one living will abide
The last one living will divide
And the last one living will decide
And the last one living will be right
Whose Voice Had Called
Whose voice had called and damned it all?
It wasn’t enough for feathers, a small gust
And we’ll go along as always we’ve done,
As it was woven all around our arms again
And it’s how you’ll hold your day, at least I hope away
‘Cause it will turn your eyes into the morning light
And I don’t miss your silence or what’s passed behind us
Light is bound to climb us and boulders break around us
The Closer That I Come
The closer that I come to the place you’re said to be
The more that voice extends, the more I am not me
It’s clear that you are without fear, it makes things plain to see
It couldn’t be more boring here, so run in light green leaves
I forget that no one knows justice like a friend
Leaves when I want her to and stays when I am glad
To have her or to hold her, I’m still made out of clay
If anything could make me, well, a sculptor could, but make me good
And shape my heart into my home, into my state and to my realm
And to the people I’m around
I have a new appointment, it never comes to pass
And I have found all my days fast, and fast and fast
And every one is different, you never swim in me the same
Each time, hours fill my dreamboat
And it sings to the bottom of the morning