deep in love with common sense

    the moon came up

              fat

                  in the sky

            end of march 2009

songs were sung just a little further west

                    or north   to test    the best and then   the rest

the continent

          before the tears

all along   the safer fears

       the way to home is only sleep

                   sing to mesing to mesing to me

                                the nightmare is just as sweet

 furious week hemorrhaging cash

          running low on every thing but   dash

     secret self   secret stash

twenty four ways to be alone


not a single one says ‘stay at home’

                 or ‘god bless the child that won’t condone the bicycle thief of hadley homes’

not a single one has any way

 to make a call   to make a play

the color’s bright on lauren gay

  and  lives are led on saturdays

 ‘i’ll be doing some things differently’

 but  leave things out to do with me

the youngest one did save my life

like neutral milk                       halloween night

or all through august ‘98

back when i believed in fate   

you see  

every face could hide the hope

    of caring hands and wishes wrote

                                           half as tall as needed be

                 full of fools   feeding sleep   
                                            with cheap  sheep    come to creep

leave the ground to find the sky

when words fail

you're left with eyes

that didn’t know or wouldn’t tell

and tried to mean ‘it’s just as well’

 what i see when comes the time

in lower days  by lantern light

you did go gently   without a fight

into that good  that good goodnight
 

with

just enough    to  pay the rent

          deep in love with common sense   

recompense

and most of all          




   coincidence

Portrait of a Kleptomaniac by Theodore Gericault