steep inclines

I've been pedaling bicycles built for twos
Pedaling philosophy from warmed over blues
Dragging sand bags up steep inclines;
Slippery slopes without hopes or traffic signs.
It gets so cold here on the ground,
holding the business end of a seesaw down.
Fragments keep flying while I feel
as if  I'm wilting on the vine.
Pack it in and you're just another quitter.
Keep it up:  You make a damn fine baby sitter.
This getting old is getting old
Surviving simply for the sake of the story
in a land where dreams are
only so much inventory.



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Eclipse

Thee Man in the Moon has passed away
they're holding vigil in the park.
Best bring a candle or lantern with, 
it's apt to be very, extremely dark.
The sprites and spirits will offer toast
to their late and celebrated host
who has given up the final ghost
Thee Man in the Moon is dead.

No hope have I to offer you
No false reassuring words to share.
The news I fear is completely true
and laid my deepest daunting bare.
So call upon my heart no more
I'll suffer no greetings at my door
It's to this end the days have led
Thee Man in the Moon is forever dead.

300 grams

You cried, bitterly after each
and every nightmare.
Had me believing
you never dreamed.
Yet sometimes, just as you
succumbed to sleep,
I’d hear you laughing.
The heart is hardly larger
than a fist, beating against
the bleached and bloodless stare
of an innocent pillow case.
What stains, I wonder,
are concealed on the ticking beneath?

$mart Money's On You

Insiders will always be speculating
on one of those lucrative ladies-in-waiting
and trading on the strength of convictions;
But the market proves fickle for all but a fortunate few.
I’ll heed their advice, my honey:
Smart money’s on you.

Investing my Precious, time in this dance to the finish line.
All bets are off in advance in the realm
of romance and high speed chases.
What you characterize as a cake walk
I'm calling a day at the races.
I'm not banking on comfortable futures.
We both know the dividends.
So best plan your moves most cautiously
before you decide to withdraw from me.
There are things for which
none can make amends.
 
Centrifugal force pins me back in my seat
The risks are too dear to mistake it.
I refuse to default in the face of defeat,
but those are the brakes so you take it.
Conventional wisdom tends to suggest
Smart money’s on you and to hell with the rest.

Yeah, old money won't trickle down far
but for the fortunate few.
They're hedging their bets, my honey:
Smart money’s on you.



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Dancing on A Brooklyn Roof Top (For Beatrice)

You could not be a model
prisoner. I see the empty chains
shimmer in the yahrzeit's glow
and I don’t know if I
ought to laugh or cry.
Thanks to you I got life
while you were punished
and tortured for sins unknown.
Now you have been gone
far longer than time served.
I saw you slipping away from here.
I hope you made it
free and clear
and you're dancing
on a Brooklyn rooftop.

wait for the rain

I could move to the east
find a welcome change there
I could settle in the west
I hear there’s home on the range there
Travel north, I’m getting colder
Go down south when I get older
but for now I’ll stick where I am
pointing like a worn weather vane
and wait for the rain:
to make the sky turn grey
wait for the rain
to wash my sins away
wait for the rain - if I can’t be with you
there’s nothing else to do but
wait for the rain.

The men in suits are only carriers

they leave my roots in grave condition,
The clouds roll in like ghostly barriers
We'll all assume the same position,
someday. 
We'll all assume the same position,
someday. 

I could go downtown
and be closer to the action there
I could join up with the carnival
I’m not opposed to the attraction there’s
no shortage of choices
"just take your chances", say the voices
but for now I’ll stick where I am
pointing like a worn out weather vane
and wait for the rain
to make the sky turn grey
wait for the rain
to wash my scents away
wait for the rain - if I can’t be with you
there’s nothing else to do but
wait for the rain



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Not From Me

The words I want to say

would mean the world to you;

The things that I would do   

would make your dreams come true;

The feelings that I have within

could set you free; could set you free.

Coming from him, that is,

but not from me. No, not from me.

He’ll never do what I would do for you

He doesn’t feel the love I feel inside

the words I can’t contain

He’ll never think to say.

And you won’t have it any other way.

No, you won’t have it any other way.

For you consider me a friend
While my whole world comes to an end.
And he’s the only one your heartaches for
forevermore, forevermore.
So this is how it shall remain
for me and you; with you and him.
The circumstance remains unchanged.
Love lives alone in hearts estranged.


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