A Eulogy In Reverse

Disposable fool
You gave up the moon
for a heart made of pain
crown of thorns for the king
Don't you know that you smiled far too soon?
Your hands fell apart when you told them goodbye
The more the truth is heard the more it sounds just like a lie
Now earthworms squirm around the dirt inside your mind
and carve their way through the tunnels that your thoughts have left behind
Even the shoes on your feet that have torn at the seams
are plotting your death behind your back
The words you wish to say are so afraid of your tongue
that it has wrestled them down and killed every one
Disposable fool
Loving just like a cloud
Had to soak everything up and then rain it back down
For a eulogy written in reverse
For the illusion of floating off the ground
and when you touched heaven, did it want you?
Did you feel safe when the angels pulled you through?
The promise that you made, a burning halo on your brain
Just close your eyes and hope that everything will be okay
What you want does not need you
You've been chasing dreams that dream too
Don't you know that you smiled far too soon?
Your fingers and lips have been chewed
Now the passion just comes out all used
and even the shadows have lead you astray
Disposable fool
Organs made of sand and your heart in the wind
Don't you know that this is how it ends?
Its how it all ends.

The Voice

Just another night out on the railroad
running behind trains
Believing, sincerely that you'd never have to follow them back again
There's a tangy, copper tongued taste of surprise
every time your eyes shoot down to your feet
and you keep telling yourself that somehow you haven't yet tripped once
on any of the stiff, rooted, wooden ties, leading their way from the tips of your toes
to the faint and perplexing reaches of god knows where...
But it's somewhere
and the reflection of that dream
keeps your legs running
and the sweat pouring
and you know that she's out there
Just minutes away from the very untouched, sanguine pathway
that the calloused hands of hope levelled out the first time
you both said hello
and when the goodbye came
You thanked the sky for not crashing down on your head like bad luck
You cursed the velocity of time for giving up
You held your soul up by its throat, told it where to go, and hit the open road
and I'll be damned if there wasn't a certain amount of respect in doing that

Just another night out on the highway
chasing cars, and trucks, and tail lights
Smelling the fiery, searing rubber of all the wheels on the asphalt
The scent of victory over the pretence of distance
Drinking down memories like gasoline
Pushing, pushing you further toward the enchantment of a better day
You marvelled over the thousands of miniature, bright, bulb like, stars up in space
and rapped off some compassionate prose about how she is present
in the same universal positioning that you are,
Yet also the same spot that none of us really quite understand anyway
and even though you've been running around with empty, untouched hands
The sound of her voice through the telephone makes all of the flowers in the world stand up
and the purpose of gunning it out alone, at least for a little while,
worth it in the long run
So you keep chasing that thing down
Doing everything you can to make good time
and all the cars on the road know you by name now
and you gotta know that... That's alright

You've gotta dream, dream, dream while sitting on the clock,
or hounding trains, or rushing cars
and, without exception, squeeze the delectable juices of experience into your cup
and drink it on down to the soft linings of your heart
which should be located right below everything that tore you up in the past
and in turn made you weary of the unforeseeable future,
(Somewhere just behind your left lung, if I'm not mistaken)
But it's not of any concern now
Just try, try, try not to prick your finger while you're smashing the moon on that long drive back home
and her voice should be there when all the flowers begin to start dying again
or when the colour on the walls take to bleeding
When the music burns you out
When the muscles start to burn
When the dreams overflow
When the words are no good
When your bike won't unlock
When bulldog's leap up
When ceramic tile's are for sleep
When you'd rather not sleep
When every breath you take grabs for air
Her voice should be there...