Wallin

I have failed you, I have failed you,

I have closed my heart, I have failed you,

But I love you, how I love you,

All my days were rearranged to say I love you.

Oh, setting sun, don't sink before I've found my heart;

Heart, don't give up now while there's still time;

Time, don't beat your old retreat,

Stay a little while with me, 'til I've looked the whole thing in the eye.

I have waited, I have waited

For the big reveal, the even keel, I've waited,

But there's no one who makes it all come true,

Just altars gathering dust while we bow to them.

Oh, night, bring all your shadows and your silence;

Silence, make a hostage of my mind;

Mind, bring on your trickery;

Black dogs, nip on at my heels, 'til I've looked the whole thing in the eye.

Swing low, sail high,

Swing low, sail high.

Oh, setting sun, don't weep for all the things you lose,

Morning comes as sure as it must die.

Dying is such mystery,

Yet I wonder will it be,

when I've looked the whole thing in the eye?

"Beverly Home"

I felt about the circular hall… as I felt about the place where, between our lives on this earth, we go back to mingle with other souls waiting to be born… all these weirdoes and me, getting a little better every day right in the middle of them.  I had never known, I had never even imaged for a heartbeat, that there might be a place in the world for people like us.

 Denis Johnson

The Remote Creative

Phoning in demands

through two pieces of wax paper

and a layer of aluminum foil

Inconveniently timed



Stuck in the waiting room

no other place I need to be more

but the two and a half possibilities
that have popped up since last night


and still the demand
screams