I saw the colors
It was dusk and the leaves were dead
And under the covers
There were aches and fakes and dread
I hated the trying
The fighting the praying the dying
I was so close to something
But there’s a line I couldn’t be crossing
It’s labeled in red
“Cross and you’ll be dead”
I try for just that reason
I’ve been trying the past 9 seasons
The other side I’ll never see
Instead I’ll die from all the striving

Come to me, come to me
Whispered she softly
Pumpkin on hands
Seeds on the floor

Carve me a smile
With one crooked tooth
Light up my candle
And I’ll glow for you

Take off your shoes
Laugh at the ghost
Stumbling along
Our smoke covered hope

I’d like something faithless
Something false
Something blue
I’d like to make you hate me
So maybe I’d hate you
I can’t keep on going
All ugly and impure
I just want something easy
Something worthless
Something more

I am not charity
I am not empathy
I am just simply
Covered in Calgary

Covered in Calgary
Covered in snow
Covered with people
And oil in tow

And oil and oil and oil
In tow, oil in tow is chasing me slow
I want lungs of black and a nose of coal
I want cancer and terror and air that wont blow
I want passion that isn’t my dream of success
I want old and painful and a tear in my dress
I want something different than science and codes
I want everything except for what I’ve wanted most.

They say land is sinking
They say it’s all heat
But maybe quite truly
It all underneath
Underneath our dead bodies
Our hatred our fear
The crisis in recent
Is from all of our years

ABCs

Where I live:
Alcoholics scream profanities
Bums secure their supper
By digging through our leftovers
Cats fight in alley ways while
Drugs are taken quietly
Ever so often I wonder how
Far we will all
Go to find what might
Hold us together before
Indecency is the only thing,
Just the one true thing we
Know

Our Taxes Buy their Drugs

400 and Broadway, that was the address,
400 and Broadway is where people could care less.

50 dollars of food stamps are yours for a fine
25 dollars cash would cover 4 times

4 times of elation, of freedom, of joy
4 times with a needle, a rope and a cry.

Make me into the murderer

Because I could never be a martyr

You'd have to be a saint

And to you I'm just a sinner



You hold the hands of all the blind

Yet leave when once they blunder

All you ever give this world

Is wrongs for them to warble



Your own sister is the harlot

Yet this grace you'll forever hoard

Each person is a tally sheet

And your religion; to keep score

Your cigarette, your alcohol
I wish was my obsession
That at least my fingers feel
I could easily correct them.

But Vague is my addiction
Shapeless in the night
Begging for attention
It’s my restless, worried mind.

My master is anxiety.
My need is apprehension
Please give my head a patch
Or a helpful 3 step program.