the old north tower

Down by the old north tower with the broken clock ahead

Goes wounded man hand in hand to take his place to die.

The apple in the orchard piques as the sun hangs overhead

Down by the old north tower with the broken clock ahead.

 

Go Billy, Jack, and Juice, my friends, go to the town instead

Of wreaking havoc on that tower if you should pass by.

Just turn and walk – don’t even talk – listen to your head

Down by the old north tower with the broken clock ahead.

 

Don’t look up at the clouds, but watch the ground you tread.

For fearsome creatures leer on high with a hungry eye,

And if you dare cross them, with them shall you wed

Down by the old north tower with the broken clock ahead.

 

Don’t listen to adrenaline, sweat, and nonsensical ramblings said.

For if you do, you’ll kick, you’ll screw your eyes in to a cry,

And before it’s over perish with hell-hound fully fed

Down by the old north tower with the broken clock ahead.

 

Now, go down my sweet and see where foolish boys were led.

Long gone from here, they can no longer fear. So say goodbye,

Because young cursed old and did untold. They surely now are dead

Down by the old north tower with the broken clock ahead.

you

What is it with you?

You can be so good to me,

Yet you treat me so bad.

You know me better than anyone,

And I don’t know you at all.

When I’m happy,

You make me sad.

But sometimes I’m down,

And you pull me up again.

Why do you have to ruin everything?

There would be nothing to fix if you’d leave me alone.

You’re what life gave me –

A blessing and a curse.

I love you, you know,

But you can be the worst.

I’m better when you’re here,

And miserable at times too.

You comfort me in the dark,

Though you put me there, you.

If I could change things, I couldn’t.

You’ve got a hold on me, you see.

There’s no escaping you;

We’re together forever.

You might have my back,

But you’re always in my way.

What is it with you?

Who are you

To heal and destroy, to mangle and mend?

Who are you to hound and coddle me

From beginning to end?

You’ll never stop.

I love you and hate you for that.

But our relationship is a tragedy, really.

Who are you again?

Oh, yeah, you’re me.

rainy night

As the rain drizzles down on my windowsill,

I think of your face and wish you were here.

The cold wind blows up from the shore,

And I want you beside me forevermore.

 

Some three hours later I think of you still.

You’re stuck in my head, my happy little pill.

Oh, won’t you please come and be by my side?

No warmth like yours can keep me tonight.

 

The rain pours in the night,

And you’re nowhere in sight.

I guess I held on too tight

And loved you to fright.

 

The storm in the front, the fire in back.

Now that you’re gone, all peace do I lack.

You melted my heart, you cracked my shell.

But a rug-pulling brings a bottomless well.

 

Warm hands, a cold heart. Why can’t I forget?

Progressively rotting, a chunk bit by bit.

A salad, some onions, and hope have I hurled.

I’m wasting away, locked up from the world.

 

The rain pours in the night,

And you’re nowhere in sight.

I guess I held on too tight

And loved you to fright.

 

The sting of your shoulder, it’s sensational.

The blow you have dealt, it’s devastational.

You’re out of my life and out of my sight.

How could you have left me on this rainy night?

 

On this rainy night.

oh, pebble

**possible trigger warning**

 

Oh, pebble, don’t you come and steal me anymore.

I’m standing right outside your neighbor’s light-blue painted door

In the cold deadfall rain. That’s about all going right,

With horrors bottled up, out in this dreadful sum of night.

 

Satan’s cursed me in the boldest breath of tethered wings

But I don’t know much about these crazy little things.

Just pull it out, throw me down – let the waterfall come in.

My foot is on the drain and I won’t see my home again.

 

The truth is here, the time is now for clearing up the fog.

Won’t you know to tell me how to stop seeing wagons in the log?

I’m choking, screaming, gagging – my heart’s completely sore

Now that’s stopped, a vein has popped, and it don’t hurt no more.

 

Oh, pebble, don’t you come no more.

Don’t you come no more.

Don’t you come no more.

 

Oh, pebble, don’t you come and steal me anymore.

I’m whiskied in a bottle lying tightened to the floor

Of that shackled-point drag house of a kitchen we put in

When we moved next to a tailor who drank his eggs and ate his gin.

 

There’s blood on my shoes, but the black is made of white.

Won’t you tell me that you see me though my candle needs a light?

The dogs are barking now, and the drums are made of squid.

But I am done complaining so go on and close the lid.

 

I’ve wasted trading onions for bad canola oil.

Put the pot under the stove until it bubbles to a boil.

Shave the back hair off my trigger finger. Come on, make it fast

‘Cause this night’s looking out to be the first one or the last.

 

Oh, pebble, don’t you come no more.

Don’t you come no more.

Don’t you come no more.

 

Oh, pebble, don’t you come and steal me anymore.

All this tackle in my shoebox that I have to drag ashore

Has put dreams inside the coffin and left me living in

A body on the side of the beach, hounded by the wind.

 

Oh, pebble, don’t you come no more.

Don’t you come no more.

Don’t you come no more.

Oh, pebble, don’t you come no more.

feelings

If I could find the words

To tell you how I feel,

I’d put things right, and with luck I might

Reveal how you make me feel.

 

I’d help you with your struggles,

The demons and your fears.

Your stress would be mine,

And the worries and the tears.

 

Your smile, your laugh, your eyes.

A blessing for me

To share fond memories,

And delight in moments of joy.

 

Sure, we’d have troubles,

And yes, we’d have fights.

But days with you

Would make worth any hard nights.

 

If I could, I’d conquer these clichés

And tell you how I feel.

I’d cut through cheap sentiment

And age-old lines of how others feel.

 

I’d scrap it all

To let you know

It’s you I think of

When I’m feeling low.

 

But I can’t tell you how I feel.

We don’t exist, and we never will.

If only I could properly tell you

Just how I feel.

broken bottles

Broken bottles

In the rain.

Washed clean,

Removed of the stain.

Shattered pieces

Made new again.

Shards of glass,

A fractured pain.

Soaked in love,

Discarded in vain.

It all comes back

When the slick is grain.

But let the teardrops fall, come what may.

These remnants remain

Tossed aside,

Garbage down the drain.

Just broken bottles

In the rain.

chances

Outward stances.

Inward glances.

Renowned chances.

 

Haughty prances.

Solo dances.

Fearful chances.

 

Broken lances.

Unknown romances

Taking no chances.

 

Grievous advances.

Resignation enhances.

Second chances?

grey

Grey.

Faded, worn, tattered.

It’s always grey.

New, fresh, clean.

It’s always grey.

Rain or shine.

It’s always grey.

In the heart or in the head.

It’s always grey.

Can’t fix it.

It’s always grey.

Just look at it.

It’s always grey.

no one comes to visit me anymore

No one comes to visit me anymore.

Did I forget anything worth remembering?

It’s Tuesday, I think.

The sun slowly illuminates the water,

As the waves engulf the shore.

I recall faces, places – fading memories or dreams…

What was I saying?

It’s Tuesday, I think.

I’m still here.

No one comes to visit me anymore.