MIDDLE CARrippling silver dinosaur skin great lake superior breathes beneath ice epidermis middle car of train in which i sit stops centered in vein of gray country road streaked yellow road lines of piss trail off into a barren upstate world of snow beer and hockey the…
My second full length “For Whom The Angels Named”, released Sept. 22nd 2011, now available on BANDCAMP.
“On Thursday night, for instance, the headliner was Elizabeth Devlin, who sang her densely packed and surreal verses about the stew of being a woman over an autoharp, her little girl’s voice riding coyly over the weirdly discordant harmonies she traced with her hands. (She read Walt Whitman’s poetry between songs.) ”
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(published: For Whom The Angels Named, Sept. 2011)
mother screams where is my child as one boy floats down the nile basket bobs inside eddies of a future now released come to rest in her tall reeds murdered savior lives in peace not knowing what you would do she offered up her breasts to you
murdered kings leave queens composed a dead son to spouse transposed fate delivers you to she with oracles soft decree oedipus had no less shove when he took his mother’s love not knowing what it would do she offered up her breasts to you
will you tarry here my dear where the company is unclear never more to be with me in our kingdom by the sea all that’s here is yours to take timid leaves and conscience shake not knowing what you will do i offer my breasts up to you
(published: For Whom The Angels Named, Sept. 2011)
you speak of the meaning of life but sweetheart i don’t want to know where i am sitting where i have been and where i will go the sky’s intriguing when the clouds aren’t explained if i knew everything what in this earth could i gain
when i see you i don’t feel you and i wonder if you are still what you seemed in the night time familiar hands pull me from this foreign dream
spend your time talking as though you know what it’s all about where is the fun in finding when you’ve found that you had it all figured out the streets fascinate without a map in my hand will you find your fortune when you’ve found you had it all planned
when i see you i don’t feel you and i wonder if you are still what you seemed in the night time familiar hands pull me from this foreign dream
you placed a joker in her lap before the night began delivering up the varnish to shine and seal the man a touch of mediocrity a tactile tough remorse the raindrops they fell upon the sill the evening dripped its course she wore her hair in two long braids that’s how you found her true freeing the fire of her mane she burned all over you it was too much the flame too pure your upper atmosphere lacked the oxygen lungs require her path began to veer
when a lover feels like home it’s hard to see the must gathering on the mantel’s mouth dampening the dust she was fire you were rain as it was so it goes you snuffed out her pyre with pain she vaporized your flow
now penance time you dined while she sat cocked stiff as a board consuming the last suppers wine she awaited the lord but money turned the table in the temple golden rain and leaning over you gently kissed her bound up fiery mane don’t worry much about it love there are still stars in the night although they are made invisible by city’s burning lights don’t think on her a moment for a moment’s all she’ll spare gathering these things to her she once again pulls up her hair
when a lover feels like home it’s hard to see the must gathering on the mantel’s mouth dampening the dust she was fire you were rain as it was so it goes you snuffed out her pyre with pain she vaporized your flow
(published: For Whom The Angels Named, Sept. 2011)
quiet town quiet night obstructed raindrop’s awkward flight gathers to echo with gentle thud glistening night leaf’s paisley puddle flood amidst the oak and obsidian lane falls a gentle acquiescent rain down what damp street does my love gaze stumbling through darkness’ drunken daze florescent glass globe shadows flicker and dance on metal lamp post’s unbroken stance
swaddled away in cool cream linen i preserve my moist melonin our worlds tonight as far apart as the tin man and his absent heart bring me sunrise on your pillowcase nourish the night spilling cross my face my head has left me with devils walk amidst burning molten lava thoughts my biggest fear is to sleep alone please leave starlight when you are gone
quiet room quiet head deepens the grave on your lover’s bed this palace is burning to the ground without you here to cool me down.
