Dead Not Done

Why is the voice remote

If it follows every place you go

Underneath your feet, the break,

Above the road is smooth and great.

Why is the dead not done? Why is the dead not done?

Can you meet the waiting one?

Why is the dead not done?

We followed the talking for much too long

The beating of earth by a desperate throng

We all were the leaders who, silenced, led

While the talkers were saying what the listeners said.

We could not move, we could not fight

We were arrested by the sight

Of angels at infinite heights

And the coming and going of light and time

 

Farmer

Anybody know, anybody see

the tree that grows a thousand leaves?

Farmer is hungry to eat all the fruit.

Insect is buzzing to drink up every flower.

Family is helping to sow all the seeds

while you and I are running to the edge of the field

while you and I are running to the edge of the field

while you and I are running to the edge of the field

 

Drifting

Drifting, drifting, reading the road

Drawing lacing lines

You spoke of betrayal to me

It would soon be mine.

Tracing, tracing features fair

Born in light and time

All my breath was pulled into

Your skin and words so kind.

All the birds under your chest

Flew away, as if the season turned

Torn, terrified.

Evening swarmed into the town

So we forced the darkness down

Throwing hands and nets and gowns.

 

Let Me In

All I see belongs to me,

Now that the crops are planted.

Let the kids eat properly

And love just what they’re handed.

Something landed on your back and it mocked you as you traveled,

Clutching to a tired blade as you followed her like cattle.

Let me in, let me in, let me into your house

Let the snow block your door after I enter.

Do not lock with the keys

That I made with my teeth

On the bones that we saved after dinner!

 

Monsters

The footsteps in the snow this winter are heavy—

Giant ovals dragged through powdery white.

I will stalk them forever,

Follow monsters through the night.

Weaving through the woods, a sharpened quiver –

An arrow cut and carved from fallen pines.

Every step will send a shiver

Through this set of narrow spines.

Darkness shows to me they’re searching,

Hunger lets me hear them howl.

This I promise you: retributions due.

I will slaughter everything I see

‘til I meet thee.

 

Golden

Seein’ gray, I know it’s day, I know the way to a golden bouquet.

 

New Skin

There is new skin where the old skin used to exist

There is new skin where the old skin used to exist

And the old skin’s buried dead never to be missed.

And I trust that if my mind don’t work, my body knows.

And I know that if my mind goes, my body follows.

Take care of your wishes, take care of your home.

Where colors fade, I’m sure to go.

What’s left of this is better than

What is lost, I’ve found

There is new skin where the old skin used to exist.

 

Aquarium

The aquarium is gone, so says your face

Seeing red I’m told to leave this place

I have good form when I run, but I don’t get far

I’ll have to project and deflect signals and alarms.

Paintings, undeciphered marks and lines

From your mouth to plain, inviting mine.

Here are some letters I’ve written but never sent

All about the wealth that was counted but never spent.

Tell me all the colors that you see I’m feeling blind

Guide me through the tangled tangents of my troubled mind.

Hold my feet down to the ground, I’ve convinced myself to fly

Over cities, anything, a girl has got to try,

O run with me, o run with me

O run with me, o run with me.

 

Darlings

Color of mourning, color of dawn

Take me to heaven

Take me, so long!

When I get home, I’ll meet my darlings,

When I get home, I’ll shun the end.

All of my friends will travel to me,

I won’t say nothin’ to anyone but them.

Cut me a sail, girls — find me the air.

I’ll be a tree, girls — find me, take care.

When I get home, I’ll meet my darlings.

When I get home, I’ll shun the end.

All my friends will travel to me.

I won’t say nothin’ to anyone but them.

 

Your Mother

Your mother eats her children every time she makes them

Your father combs the fields every time we graze them

The stairway is growing

The light is overflowing

A tunnel will open for you

Hello, you must be going

Your mother eats her children every time she makes them

Your brothers meet their maker every time he takes them

 

Submit

Submit to me when all things come undone,

Submit to me when all your enemies have won

Submit to me.

Through sharp attacks, my arms will carry you back

Through pitching planes and burning waves, my eyes could be your escape

Submit to me.

Send a message send it to your lover with no regrets.

I’m just sitting here with you, and there’s nothing I can do, but

Submit to you.

I know, I know, and I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go I’ll go

but—

Send a message, send it to your lover with no regrets,

I’m just sitting here with you and there’s nothing I can do

But submit to you.