Category Archives: Old Man Punk

assortment of vaguely lyrical, largely angtsy words to sing or spiel

Following You

I’m sticking with you
whoever we are
i’m following you

Leaping and bounding
scrambling to be
nearer to you

You gave me a capsule
and said stay right beside me
as you scampered away

I scrambled to find you
floating above me
suitcases for ballast
and taking on air

Pixie blond hair
like a maiden from Norseland
i’m broke down and achey

Reef swimming
with sharks and 2 joints inside me
stare down at the abyss
where no one can find me
except turtles, rays and you

So i’m following you
believing in you
and will  start a religion
where they chant your name
your space name, or earth name
no matter to me
the reality you emerged from is what amused me

Busted down again on
and endless roadway
i’d gap the points
but haven’t a match book
to save me
while waiting for you
to come find me again

Because i’m following you
wherever you come from
zeros and ones
or rockslide survivor

i don’t see auras
but i do see clouds
which are chasing me

Activat’d (for Trio Miles, Pokhara, Nepal)

V 1

After so long in the wilderness

I finally saw your smoke signal

Heard the spark light the kindling

Cracking like a starting pistol

V 2

For so long now we’ve remained

stretched across the planet

We’ve stared at different stars

Perched on mountains of granite


All it took was

A few short words

To remind me why i’ve waited

Why I’m patient

when you’re nowhere near

Cause you got me…

You got me activated

V 3

I wonder where we’ll meet again

Will it be a coincidence?

Or a plan artfully crafted –

Across a vast distance

V 4

I imagine you still care

About as much as i do

Even if i’m mistaken

I’ll do everything i need to

V 5

Crossing deserts or climbing mountains

Crossing steepest valleys

But for now not much to do

But wander through dirty alleys

V 6

I picture you somewhere

A queen in a king size bed

Is there room for me in there

At last together instead

Wildflower (for Foster)


Foster can you tell me
where you left the tapes
me on my first guitar
you riffing poetic escapes


We hit record in parent’s basement
our earnest, unflinching truth
unaware three years later
you’d cashed in on your youth


I’d go visit your gravesite
but i’d waste precious hour
you don’t belong in flat mown lawn
when you are a wildflower

don’t need to pour one out for you
or leave a fat one rolled
i’ll just light the signal fires
to make sure your story’s told


Im equally cynical
about magic, myths and cults
check your religion elsewhere
unless about happiness
but every once in a while
i’ll catch a shimmering eye
an elder mountain lady
or a wizened, grizzled father
I notice your mischievous gleam
seeking intelligence
and think reincarnation
might not be what we think
you didn’t come back a baby
a persian cat or sacred cow
instead we are added
to something bigger than ourselves
another log on a funeral pyre
sparks of you glint forever
illuminating something strange
like spores inoculating an old growth root
or lighting when there is no rai


smartest kid in high school
verified by federal agents
a useless accolade your discovered
and sought a slanting tangent


eschewed all the scholarships
bored by any constraints
split westward like we dreamed
and landed in the Haight


i ignored their useless platitudes
self serving, cliched and quaint
“was taken from us far too soon” they moan
when their missing your whole point


you didn’t mean to leave per se
but no one took you away
your charted your own course
regardless of consequenc


quick neighbourhood update
the horse kicked others besides you
found in gas station bathroom stalls
still and already turning blu


not sure what you were lacking
or seeking with your experiment
it’s not on me to judge my friend
only to share this brief lament

Grey Suits

The chemtrails are on schedule
To continue toxic chaos they made
Fresh lies and sadness called
Keeping Mercury in retrograde

The Bilderbergers gather round
Get Bohemian Grove on the line
A conference call of the grey suits
Planning overthrows on time

Discussing boozy schemes
Catastrophes and disasters
Fabricate dictators to depose
Decide where to send the cheques

Patch in the Illuminati
From opulent bunkers in Havana
To decide the fates of diplomats
And operatives going where they wanna

Grand Moff Mason waits patiently
Perched on a fainting chesterfield
Practicing secret Mormon shakes
Browsing maps of secret pyramid revealed

I’ll swap your exceptionalism
For genocidal manifest destiny
You privateer’ed the assets
Under a shroud of security

Thief by any name is still a liar
When you shoot the rubber ammunitions
And rain down the murder drones
Not acting for humans, just greater attrition

Earthquake season coming up
Typhoons coming for all
Check the calendar to see the
Floods and pestilence scheduled for the fall

Details of faulty pipelines
Arteries of crude tar oil
Frakking seams to exploit
And how to split the spoils

The Rothchilds do the arithmetic
To calculate child labour to order
To keep Debeers in diamonds
And Nantucket engagements to quota

Wall Street hedgers fumble blindly
At another 3 martini lunch
Finding happiness in excess
Confusing hubris for a good hunch

Urgent update coming in right quick
From the industry reprogramming base
Another celebrity found dead
We don’t got the time to save face

Call it a suicide, heart attack or overdose
Give the Enquirer the pertinent deets
Comment on sexuality predilections
Just keep the distractions deep

Cold Water Flat


Landlady’s always angry

So I keep stranger hours

Meditate to TV static

Decorate with fresh flower


Use the payphone downstairs

Still with a rotary dial

Instant coffee in electric kettle

Takeaway leftovers wrapped in foil


I will wait for you

In this cold water flat

Paid 3 months in advance

For this walk-up tenement


I’ve waited near a decade now

Loved other in between

But affections are on hiatus

Until you conquer me


Complications acknowledged

I’m complicit to the scheme

Reinvention and retribution

Or maybe something in between


I’m still waiting for you

In this cold water flat

Three storey Victorian lady

I’ve mailed you a scribbled map


Hot water register yawns

Either freezes of burns

Three coins to run the washer

Dirt spins and I yearn


Two bricks and stolen planks

Fashion a sturdy coffee table

Year old magazines bore me

Come quickly – as soon as you’re able


Registered with a fake name

Though i’ve nothing to fear

Endearments terms are wide open

Come by whenever, I’m always here


I’m here sequestered

In this cold water home

Hinges are rusty squeaky

Mournful jazz saxophone


Gave up the booze mostly

And usually the smokes

My addictions have changed now

Hooked on lamenting lost hope


I’m better than you expected

Finer than you’ve wished

My heart is wide open

Like a cliche cinema kiss


Please come to me

In this cold water room

I’ve survived the winter barely

And desire you so very soon


There’s a broken bidet

and a persian french cat

striped awning across the street

where strangers wait for a bus

going home to a fresh bottle

cork just popped by a lover

or even a gentle friend –

envy is useless emotion

as is its cousin jealousy

takes all my self-restraint

to maintain dignity

not shout out the window

go home, go quick

love you fools, be loved

I’ve Seen the Pathway (Tired Traveler)

i’ve seen the pathway
tis cobbled rocky and twisted
arranged enough to confuse
and mislead
but it leads
to the finest lands
you’ve ever dreamed

if you manage to stand
and can navigate by orion
you’ll arrive in the bay
left by bandits, fishers and seers
where abundance and tranquillity await
so replenish your weighted mind
tired traveler
and soak in the nectar of another
delirious day

Seems Born to Drive

My Ingersol Rand representative
seems to be
born to drive

“I’ll gain success
by making friends
with numbers,”
exclaimed in a backslide

sure a bit rough around the edges
and often high on LSD
air tools look more splendid
displayed in meaty catalogs

greasy prints, overalled
hauling backwards now
wailing down Granville
dodging cabs
playing chicken with buses
pylons flying
a mob soon gathers


Your Letter Came

Your Letter Came
as clouds rolled in
message left
with blinking light

Don’t push me over
though you know you are able
i fall too quick and
likely bruise my knees

Despite your
circumspect intentions
selective memories
are clearer yet
of distant trips

When the letter dropped
in basket like an easter egg
the envelope crisp
the stamps foreign
the writing i knew
instantly it’s you

Despite my zen demeanor
i confess to waiting
everyday for a note
for my own jealous reasons

Reading your note
the bitterness fades
Finally i can say,
that i just pleased
to have played a part
in your intrepid life

Sadie Superstar

Sadie often I told you
don’t break two laws at once
Sadie don’t wanna scold you
but i won’t bail you out
more than twice

You’ve been taking
candy from strangers
since you were a kid
now you’re craving
the impending danger
your habits bring

Sadie Superstar
I believe that you’ll be
even better
than any of us are

I’m not sure
how to explain
but your twinkle
and your poetics
make you sublime

Leaving Iceland

Thorvald sets sail
to follow his brother’s trail
unsure of expectations
but comfortable sure of direction

headed towards vinland
where scraelings abound
he’s windy and heady
and leaves nothing behind