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