Don't Think Twice I'm Alright

Won't ya just give me a sign babe
You know you can
Won't ya just give me a sign babe
If you ever were my man
And if you're unsure by the end of the day
I'll still be here hopin' things'll change
Whatever you decide, what I mean is either way
Don't think twice, I'm alright

Won't ya let me know how ya feel babe
I can't read your eyes
Won't ya let me know how ya feel babe
They've been blinded by time
And that gal you're holding in the middle of the night
She don't know you and you know it's not right
Be rest assured I'll be biding my time
So don't think twice, I'm alright

Won't ya come on home to your babe now
I am lonesome as I ever was
Won't ya come on home to your babe now
For no reason just because
Forget about the talking and move out this way
I'm working on a plan to get you to stay
And if you can't come now then come another day
Don't think twice, I'm alright

I won't keep on calling out your name babe
If you don't want me to
I won't keep on calling out your name babe
I just think we ain't through
There's no telling when but I'm sure we'll have a go
Round and round and when your home
I promise not to say I told you so
So don't think twice, I'm alright

Isis Prayer

To my love...

If you were so certain of all you say
Then you would never come back to here
I know you've got a case packed for the way
...But unpack it baby
It ain't time
And when you look up at that beautiful sky know why

I know you said some hard things
Harder than I ever heard
Must've done them just as badly
But I wasn't prepared to be burned
So when you look up at that sky
I just want you to know why
I'm still thinkin' bout you honey
I'm still lovin' Oh honey I ain't lovin' nobody else
No, I'm still thinkin' bout you honey
I'm still lovin on you honey
I ain't lovin' nobody else

I have watched all the movies all the romance and all the tears
And it don't get me any healin'
No my healin' gonna take some years
Cause you gave me what I ain't got now
And I'll be waitin' for that holy night to come
And you'll ride in with a sweet word
And a sweet smile on your heart
And when you look up at that sky
Blue birds flyin' by
Mystics in the night
Know that you know why
And when you look on down the road
Standing there all alone
Waiting to come home
Baby come on by
Baby come on...
Her shield...
Come on home

It's About Time

Aw the hard work
Days upon days
Weeks upon weeks
Climbing mountain tops
Walkin' dirt roads
Swimmin gainst the tide
Searchin' searchin' searchin
For that holy smile
To ease the lines
That groove across my forehead
I am done with time
The clock hands are rusted
They cannot continue
Cannot push forth
So I am now master
Life is a good thing
It's a good thing
A good thing
It's about time...

So don't weep for me baby
Don't wonder when you sleep
Don't think while your shaving
About me
I am gone like the wind
Idiot sort
I am stronger than I thought
Stronger than before
No minding of me
No references please
Be on your way
For your next love to be
Is waiting
In some silly
Taffeta slip
With a caramel melting
Across her lips
She will make a wonderful bride
Life is a good thing
It's a good thing
A good thing
It's about time...

And the crow
Will not creep
He knows well
That I'm fine
He knows how to behave
He knows all about the crimes
And misfortunes I predicted
The terrible disease
The horrid and ferocious
Battle for the weak
And the tipping point
It's come
Sliding down
In a rage
Life is a good thing
It's a good thing
A good thing
It's about time...

Now e'where I go I see gold
I see diamonds
I see rivers
I see trees
I see faithful men on their humbled knees
I see genius
I see god
I see mystics and fairies and all sorts of stuff
I am clairvoyant and soothing to the touch
I am saved but I cannot help you much
You are too far gone
All of you
I do believe
And it's so sad to see
But I can't stop to speak
Or change the south of your feet
I must go north where the angels are waiting for me
Life is a good thing
It's a good thing
A good thing
It's about time...

Ashes

Ashes ashes dust to dust
The babies cry the momma's cuss
Daddy's home in rocking chair
Lookin round but no one's there

Workin for the workin man
Rich are poor don't understand
Clocks are tickin' time is old
Sun is goin down

Ashes ashes curtain call
Green red velvet on them all
Violent vicious victim run
Annie go n' get your gun

Pushin' for the cushion couch
Take up tramp get out o' town
Will and Bobby comin soon
Sun is goin down

I don't feel alright
I don't feel alright


Ashes ashes stir the pot
Spin the spells that you've been taught
Walls are talking in your dreams
In your bed his sister sleeps

Telling you to wish him well
Sister drinks to his good health
No ones coming No one will
Sun is goin down

Ashes ashes take your spoon
lift the lid leave the room
Pinch of salt and pepper too
The witches brew The witches brew

Read the writing on the wall
He's not coming he don't call
Free your mind free your mind
Sun is goin down


But I don't feel alright
I don't feel alright

Ashes ashes dust to dust
Get me to my yellow bus
Take me to the fishing man
I've got to fill my tuna can

Got no wake up for the morn
Some one took my half
Left me with a empty bag
Sun is goin down

Ashes ashes on the bed
I'm not right in the head
Never have I'll never be
Don't look at me don't look at me

If I talk if I shout
If I'm lying on the ground
If you don't like what you see
Shut the door leave me

I don't feel alright
I don't feel alright

Ashes ashes dust to dust
The Queen is cold the King is
Gone to find a better home
The castle's over grown

Careful careful when your step
Poison ivy everywhere
Something heavy something new
Something's goin down

Ashes ashes dust to dust
Paper covers rock
Grab your scissors if you can
We're running outta luck

The world is turning
The world is turning
Looking for a rhyme
We're outta time
We're outta time
The sun is goin down

I don't feel alright
I don't feel alright

The Queen

The Queen sits crossed legged.
Stoic.
Stone cold.
Looking out her new kitchen windows.
Remodeled, redone, retreated.
Nothing old anymore.
No soul.
No story.
Just like her.

She doesn't recall her life.
She doesn't remember the details.
She doesn't like a mess.
She likes her things.

She walks the castle admiring the kitchen.
Granite.
Steal.
Imported from Italy.
Terribly modern.
Terribly perfect.
Tea cups nestled in German saucers.
She doesn't drink tea.
Linens folded, sleeping in plastic wrapping.
She does not eat.
Silver flatware swaddled in green velvet.
She doesn't entertain.
No people.
No children.
No animals.
Not for The Queen.
Old people are allowed if necessary.
With notice.
Of course.
She is obsessed
With wrought iron.
Everywhere, curly-cues in California Modern
Swallow the windows
Like ivy overgrown
Redirecting story tellers away.
She does not write anymore.
She does not remember her family.
She cannot recall.
Her family does not remember her anymore.
They do not visit.

There were too many rules.
No playing.
The wallpaper may smudge.
No running.
The carpet may wear.
No laughing.
Her head might ache.
The Queen
The Queen
The Queen

Her hair is dyed on Mondays.
Her shopping day is Tuesday.
She cuts the pink roses on Friday.
Her left eye twitches on Saturday afternoon.

When nervous or attacked, she holds her hand flat against her chest.
Composed.
Designated.
A European painting.
The Queen speaks in quiet tones.
Muted apologies.
Robotic.
Insincere.

The Queen is ugly.
Her children are failures.
Her grandchildren are too many.
The castle has no mirrors.

The King has slept through reconstruction.
He wakes.
The King sits crossed legged next to The Queen looking out her new kitchen window.

Things Have Changed

Lot of water under the bridge, lot of other stuff too
Don’t get up gentlemen, I’m only passing through

People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed...." Bob Dylan

Everything has changed...
I hear you talking but I don't understand you anymore.
I used to laugh on the punchline but I'm still waiting for it.
I can't seem to like anything I used to enjoy.
And this is not a bad thing...

Something has happened.
Something strange and witchy.
Plates have shifted and I am in another time.

I don't socialize, I don't make the rounds, I don't fuck....anymore.
Something has happened to me...

I have no urge to compete.
I have no answer to "what are you doing?"
I have no taste for small talk.
And this is not a bad thing....

Something happened.
Something other planetary
metaphysical
extraordinary
Something profound

I saw my life fall apart, break at the seems, unravel....
But this was not a bad thing...

It was overdue
It was necessary.

It is almost a year. It is almost full circle.
But
There is no starting point.
I am not rebuilding the past. There is no past.

You don't recognize me as I am not me.
The show I performed?
Gone.
The songs I sang?
Erased.

Petrasekovitch says, going to zero is infinity.
It is.
I am at zero.
Now I am happy.
Now I am me.
Now I understand
more than I ever have...

Something happened and I snuck away.
I left.
I disappeared.
I left you and you and you and you and you and you and you....
I didn't say so long.
I didn't explain.

I can, a bit, now...
It was because you don't love me.
You don't know me. You don't see me.
You pushed.
All of you,
pushed.
And I pulled
For a very
long
time.

But,
I know love now.
I have real love now.
I am truly, madly, deeply in love.

And it makes your jokes, sad.
It has turned your passions, dull.
It has muted your eyes and salted your tears.
It has choked your ramble, silent.
And this is not a bad thing.....

And now I float
I read
I write
I go to the races
I cheer for the champions
I drink
I sleep
I walk

At a halved pace
Strolling
Slowly
Serenely
Sweetly

Things have changed

King Bird and The Twitter Thief

"Kisses to you King Bird.
Let the wings spread.
Right then left.
Let the rain fall.
Let the heart melt against time.
You'll always be mine.."

At Bob's coffee
I vowed to never twitter The Lover, King Bird.
With a shivering cigarette in hand I proudly performed for the crossword cackle,
The knitting circle,
The ladies of the dawn.
"I solemnly swear to cease all twitting of The Lover"!
I proclaimed.
Ay Ay was received all around.
Ay Ay young blondie. "You hath made a wise and discerning decision" the ladies praised.
But was I ready?
Ready to cut off the light, rip the raw, pinch the pipe, withdraw, cold turkey, dry the jerky?
Was I ready to let it be, set him free
Counting
1
2
....3

Yes.
I'm ready. I made the vow. I never swear unless it's certain. For good, for keeps, rain or shine, till death do die.
So goodbye my beloved twitter sick tic.
I will not follow in the house
I will not follow out and about
I will not follow no way no how
I will not refresh or test
The twitter always get the best or better with every one hundred and forty
letters.
One hundred and forty ways to stay afloat and in the loop, get the scoop of his next big move.
Now you can understand,
The vow was most necessary. Most urgent and dire.
There would be no way out of the twitter hell fire.
Thieving and retrieving daily doses of a personally translated love prognosis
Is not
A way
To spend a life.

But it's so fucking tempting.
My blackberry just lays there, warm and vibrating. It wants to be twitted. It wants to be tapped and triggered. twittered. twittered. twittered.
As soon as I wake up it licks my face with a sloppy tongue and sniffs my neck and then...
"twitter...
the lover..
twitter...
the lover..
twitter the lover!!!!!"

"What the fuck?
You're talking?
Really?
You want me to twitter?
You want me to twitter?
But I haven't even...I haven't even brushed my teeth. I haven't even opened my eyes yet. I'm still fucking dreaming and you want me to twitter?

Alright. I'll do it" I'd say. I'm a slut. I'm a trick.
A twitter trick slut.

And it never, I mean never made me feel closer. Twittering The Lover is fucking crazy pants. Twittering makes you think you know what the twitteree really means.
I don't fucking know what he meant when he said...Well, I can't say what he said.
But I don't fucking know.
I don't know anything.
Humans are really fucking crazy people.
We do the most hilarious dance when it comes to romance.
Oh man,
Oh god,
Oh god.....I've done the lowest of the low.
I've twittered when it was not known.
I charted and checked.
I defined and mislead
Myself.
Twitter is a thief.
It is the black painted devil in disguise. It taunts me and ruffs me up real good and John Locks the shit out of me.
Smoke monster.
Twitter is the fucking smoke monster.
JACOB!!!!
I want to leave the Island.
This is the how and why of it.
The vow and cry of it.
The last of the twitters. The last of the chain link. The end of the dirt road I'm told. Here is where I truly set myself free from the twitter tree. Here is where I send King Bird to fly his sweet life
as
he
sees
fit.
Twitter this!
Without stalking or rocking the clouds.
I will let him be and I will be proud
again.
Of myself and what was.

So, I vowed.
I vowed for all that still may be.
I vowed for goodness and world peace.
I vowed for self love and self respect.
I vowed for the children.
I vowed for Jeff Garland who was looking on as I vowed.
I vowed for the future.
For Ono.

And for the King Bird.
Ah The King Bird, The Lover,
So lovely,
....Fly away..twitter your precious sweet wings. I shall twitter my way. You twitter yours. If we ever tweet in the middle it will be forever.
And if we never do?
Coo coo cachoo or tweet tweet or fuck fuck or
Cluck cluck.

But I will not steal away what is not mine.
I will not twitter that which is thine.