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San Francisco Afternoon

Waiting thirteen minutes
for a 2nd rate beer
a Sunday afternoon
In the empty bar
the one with the pretentious name

trying to be too smooth
but i’ll submit to comfort
low-slung leather lounge
glass table top reflection

C:

the menu has martinis
but i am drinking beer
this menu lists tapas
but i am nowhere near
not eating, just drinking
and thinking
somewhere far away from here

thinking on a San Francisco afternoon
finding her walk-up
brick and stone tiny room
redwood walls and Chinese food

somewhere near
the Embarcadero
waiting for red-headed Tina
who i ran from years before

leaving in a hurry
and coming on too soon
admitting that in retrospect
you meant more than i let on

so i continue
waiting vacantly
sipping slowly
and sitting low

the menu has martinis
but i am drinking beer
this menu is listing tapas
but i am nowhere near
hardly can guess where i’m strolling
suppose i am going home

a lost afternoon for me
belatedly exchanged for
the 
broken heart
i maybe gave you

like that foreign film
where the subtitles might say
i’m erred on a cloudy day
by the well near the olive hill

but really now
if you happened by
i just want an afternoon
of coffee, weed and your tangled sheets

like times before i ventured
drifting literal oceans away
unsure if you even remember
Salt Lake night in the Avenues

climbing oaks and sneaking into
that mansion that’s for sale forever
drinking port wine in the broken attic

or maybe you noticed me out here
peeking through a curtain
hoping to stumble like a coincidence
holding crocuses like missed conceptions
and faltered connections

the menu has martinis
but i am drinking beer
this menu is listing tapas
but i am nowhere near

i am gone elsewhere
somewhere far from you
and here

Good Canadian Kid (for Joe) (alt 2)

C

Right on
That’s cool
A good Canadian kid

Hey yeah
Not too bad
Proud of what he did

V

They named his Ray
born in Thunder bay
back when still called
something else

Tired hard in school
Not that he was a fool
He just didn’t
care that much

But he won 2nd place
In science class
His volcano
was almost best

Played Junior A
But couldn’t go all the way
Just glad he
saved his teeth

He hitchhiked east
half-way at least
almost made it
to Labrador

Though he dug the times
left the Celts behind
and took the
rails far west

With a coffee mug
and pawned guitar
he rarely
missed a fest

Crossed the prairies fast
hit rockies at last
and kept on
rolling to the coast

Grew some grass for friends
and than had to make amends
when the poe-leece
shook him down

3 months forced rest
in suburban house
he was ready
to make a stand

He sat in front of trucks
and sat some more in courts
all for bearing witness
to old trees fallin to ground

Now in these older days
almost twice as wise
and he learned the tools
to change the world

B

Hes got to build a life
to prove it can be done
sharp enough to know
to hang out with the flow
and think how he’s gotta
turn to make life fun
he doesn’t forget
that to make it great
you can’t leave
your clan behind
ya gotta be nice to others
help them from time to time

Lost in New York

Bongo drums and rucksack
LSD walk all night
Turning corners arbitrarily
To bump into strangers apparently

They’re lost too
but refuse to admit
Because they want to act
tough and smart

Name dropping pretences
and shit

“I hitchhiked here”
you explain
Came from west of the Rockies
But Ohio, Utah, Idaho
To them, it’s all the same

Can you name all the bridges
Which allow you to escape?
Up the Hudson Valley, the Hamptons
Or forgotten uncle
Somewhere on a cape

Evidently, a fisherman
you haven’t seen in years
You say to the drag queen
at a loft party over beers

Turned a corner, bump into a dialogue
With David Letterman waiting for a cab
He likes the Dodgers chances this year
You think he invites you along

But turns out he’s talking to a monkey
Talking back to no one
except for a chimpanzee
Waiting for an audition
To play you on TV

Pastrami sandwiches
And streetcart knish
Meatpacking sounds funny
3 AM falafel’s are delicious
Simple things are easier
To make truth and wishes

Hot Dogs and Vodka (alt 2)

V 1

I get three fifty k
to just show up and play
been three weeks since i last scored
and yet i still don’t ask for more

V2

I don’t give a shit
if i even get a hit
cause my agent called me again today
and told the check clears either way

Chorus

Hot dogs and vodka
Wash it down with beer
smokies and caesers
i’ve never been so clear

Hot dogs and vodka
half dozen before each game
gimlets with hoagies
maybe thats why i’m so lame

V3

Sometimes I’ll admit
that i’ve done some crimes
stole a smokie from the cart
at granville street and vine …

Bridge 1

In fact, i’ve thiefed em
a couple dozen times
they hand it over
it just ain’t that hard
i load it with relish
and they ask for my two-nie
and by then and eating my napkin
and my lord i am running
i’m running, running, running …

 

V4

But it really don’t matter
if i get any fatter
i can still sweep the wreckage
from the coliseum aisles

V5

When they came out to scout me
they should’ve looked more closely
and discovered my true ambition
ahh the beers, … they steal all my affection

Bridge 2

Now here i toil
broke, sad and turmoiled
thinking of all the kids i let down
i sweep up your mess
and you can’t hardly guess
that i use to skate on that ice

I Remain (Middle-aged punk)

I’ve finally
slept all night
and sort of
feeling right

i thought
i’d feel sad
but you’re gone
and i’m feeling  nothing but glad

I’d decided
that it might
be better
to give up the fight

When you and me broke
and at first I’ll admit
to no one else but you
it sucked more than a bit

But now you’re far
and i’m perplexed
but have time to think
when i’m not wrecked

Told myself
i’m better off
without the hassle
and all of the strife

C

You left
i stayed
in this life
we made

You split
i remained
but i’m convinced
i’m not ashamed

B

You said
you’ll move on
unconcerned
by the befuddlement
you left behind

 

Time is Now (Adolescent punk)

V.1

He raises his
arms in triumph
celebrating nothing
but mirth and mischief

V.2

Youth gone-astray
by indifference
must grab the reins
of resistance

C.1

The time is now
to take a stand
not by force but by
by circumstance

B.1

go prove yourself
able to hang
with the worthy praise
of the generations
victory is ours
for taking
if we don’t buy into the
crap they are slinging

C.2-3

The time is now
take a  stand
be yourself
not a brand-

New anecdote
or target eyes
separate yourself 
and don’t believe their lies

V.3

Generations
spiraling down
Imagine dumbing down
is not allowed

V.4

Storied chants
you’re standing tall
complacency thwarted
after all

Curiousity

Curiousity sometimes
gets the best of me
but it always
gets the worst

Sometimes when
i take a chance
i’m left with nothing
but my pants

Other times
i end up somehwere
that takes a while to tell
whether i’m in trouble here
or if i’m doing well

C

But most the time
I just guess yes
and turn the tightest
corner

Maybe you’ll find something more
if you take the easy score
toiling hard with a back-up plan
to me it sounds like a scam

Other times
i hunker down
play it safe
try not to break a bone

B

These are the times
to think about
how to keep
stay on a roll

Undaunted, Eliza

V.1

At least a decade before
The turn of the century
I hopped the queue
At the port authority

V.2

Slept a few hours
On a bench made for two
Then ride a bus to nowhere
To catch a glimpse of you

C

Battered suitcase filled with scraps
Disguised with stickers
Of places i’ve never gone
Atlantic miles pass by
Headlands and bold freighters
Think the Conductor tells me
“Hold fast, won’t be long”

V.3

Locations noted to circumvent
While i’m awed by your tenacity
Wondering who you’ve become
While confused by your mystery

V.4

Just a beat down wanderer
Searching for a home
Settle for a sense of calm
So i don’t feel so alone

V.5

Don’t ramble by choice
Not casting pearls to swine
Secret about my whereabouts
Just trying to waste more time

V.6

Nurse a sugared coffee
To avoid sideways rain
Ride a ferry, steal a bike
Too slow for hopping trains

V.7

Have a two-for ‘hound ticket
If you’ll come along
Where are you Eliza?
I’ve wondered all nightlong

V.8

Sat still to gaze at harbours
At a land, long since found
By norsemen, ghosts and trappers
Privateers approved by the crown

V.9

Gaggles stroll by laughing
Ignoring my weary fears
Will you come come for me dear lady?
When will you find me here?

V.10

Until i hold you closely
I’ll just ramble aimless
Undaunted, bound for nowhere
Holding a torch to remain obvious

Parallel Parked (for Lemmy)

Double parked
on a parallel highway
Broke down and hazy
on an alternate byway

I called out to God
Odin and Buddha
all i learn’d is
they all are much taller

Parallel parked in an
galactic spacepod
Where mustangs roam freely
if you promise to return

Floating far above any water
drinking only mud and mire
chasing fireflies in ditches
tangled cactus and barbwire

I’ll build up a lost slab
a hut of cow dung and roadkill
i’ll meditate on the lizards
and what for the return signal

Magnolias and hibiscus
it’s was sure nice to meet us
i’ll send live oak telegrams
with greetings from the forge

Nothing New

Nothing new about
Night trains
Bound for
Pointsward south

Nothing surprising
About you leaving
Just how
It all went down

I still keep
Not so smartly
Your kissing photo
On my stupid phone

What i thought
Was a seductive kiss
Was the start of
A long goodbye

I loved you
Unmercifully
And i suppose
that’s not my
only problem

You can erase my
Barrage of text messages
And delete me from your stream
But i know i’ll always haunt you
On all the days between

Can’t make up for my
True affections
Shown sleeping under
Desert stars

You will know how it feels
To be haunted by the kindest ghost
Nothing mysterious
Or creepy about me
I’m just the one you’ll miss the most

I’ve followed your directions
And recipes for lucid dreaming
Put the rocks in careful circles
Sprigs rounding the
Waxy candles burning