Tag: Blood Fish and Bone

Run

Run like the dogs are at your heels Run like the Earth’s on fire Run like the wind is in your wheels And the flames are growing higher To melt your wings of desire Chase the demons from your mind Chase away your fears But the past is never far behind Almost close enough to…


Sloe Gin

Slow, slow sloe gin Blackthorn pulled me in Juniper’s a curse The sugar makes it worse Slow, slow sloe gin Slow, slow sloe gin Purple stained the skin When we picked them in the fall Now you ain’t here no more Slow, slow sloe gin…


The Only One

I bring you love, blood, fish and bone I bring you half of all I own I’d bring you every seed I’ve sewn To only know what you have known Beneath your heart there is a hole There is a moat around your soul A hurt that doesn’t heal A fear that doesn’t feel A…


These Old Friends Of Mine

These shoes tattered and old no longer in style Tan leather uppers and soles they know my desires They know I’m a liar They know where I go When low These old friends of mine…


What Every Mother Fears

The felling of an oak that once stood tall a hundred years The snapping of a sapling in it’s shade The counting of the rings won’t tell for who the birds now sing Or which tree leant more beauty to the glade…


What Would Susan Do?

Gazing at shadows that pass by in limbo As my old aspidestra wilts by the window No comfort, no paddle. Without inspiration In sheer desperation I ask myself ‘What would she do?’ I ask ‘What would Susan do?’…


When I’m Old

When I’m old Praying each dream lasts forever Make sure my bedclothes are clean When I’m old Don’t let me dwell on the weather Or be uneccesarily mean…


Who Do They Think They Are?

A certain type of man WHO knows the answers WHO won’t admit to any hint of doubt I don’t know what scares me most DO they know not what they DO or DO they know exactly what they’re all about?…


Dance Of The Young Lovers

Both lion-hunter and big-game We sit and poke the fire The smoke conceals all trace of shame A frown conceals desire What monsters here? Just youthful fears What passion’s here beneath open skies Fear will help disguise This is our dance…


Away

Who bangs the gavel on your dreams? Who picks the pocket of it's seams? Who pays the piper, the drummer, the mover, the shaker The butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker? Who goes to market with nothing but beans?…