Listlessness
The mild pace of my brain
Around fancy words like tamer and solace
Calm like a crystal clear lake
High up in the mountains of Tibet
Bruno could do nothing but stare
On the tragic haircut of Jebediah and Hutch
They were only doing what they do
Growing tall for the sun to see
The moonlight can change a man's life
And the breeze can give him hope
Sprinklers provide the life to drink
And the constant hum of conditioned air
Dear night, a stage for the open otters
You hold so much more for the lonely salmon
This world turns so fast but there is peace
Knowing that the moon will come out tomorrow
Mellow flame and ash, burnt memories are golden
A stroll with the toads on someone else's sidewalk
Green and God below my vulture's perch
The eyes of children hand me my meal
Papers on the chair, papers on the floor
Fish on the back and water in the bowl
Dark red dimes in the hands of the homeless
Seeking a friendly bottle to tell them of better times
Casual clothes for those that know
Pants for the boss and a tie for love
Gravel roads for the man going home
Concrete and steel for all the money in the world
Growing tall for independence
Or independently tall
Bringing heels to a point
Applying band aids to the blood
They're all out there, right now
Figuring stuff out
Kindred are the coaches
Who know their own mistakes
The grass and wood chips, plastic chairs and drips
Pillars and wind chimes, street lights and numbers
Stars and crickets, palms and patios
Bikes and brains, angels and demons
The tamer of my heart is the solace of my soul
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