The people upstairs were talking loud and taking creaky steps on the wooden floors to get to their seats. My ex-band was setting up right above my head. I could hear Glenn strumming his acoustic guitar, Brian plucking the strings of his bass and Rosie taking short, choppy blows into the flute.
Jiggling change under my wing Hurry up, will you! I have to meet some big time crow Very important, downtown at noon A once in a lifetime thing Somebody high up I mean, at the very top of the tree That could determine my destiny Whether I'd fly with the rich boys Or be just [...]
The hotshots. Red hot soul survivors Clearing woods, dousing infernos Saving the forrest for the trees Keeping the flames of misery contained Treading the line, walking a tight rope in a burning red sky Twenty hotshots weed through devastation To save our homes, to tame our mountainside Channeling the smoky fires Risking their lives Anonymous [...]
Once I flew in a tree Thinking that it was only an oleander To perch and squawk on. But this one had a freaky face On a limb surrounded by leaves Some kind of troll head That I couldn't scare or chase It's body had no wings It just smiled, a toothless grin Like it [...]
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I love this mound of sand Can't get close enough Want it under my skin Down my shorts Between my toes Hot sticking to my belly I leave a lasting imprint Forever wedged against Melded into one ocean breath By the heat of the sun.