Can’t forget the night
The lightning went from my eyes
On its way up to heaven
To kiss Orion goodnight.
I miss the way i used to be
Swinging back and forth
On the edge of the third
Star on Orion’s belt.
Can’t shake this feeling
Of a bicycle flipping
In a yellow day under
A glowing white sky.
Can’t stop the words
From cutting into my cheeks
Like shards of broken prayers
Dripping red from my mouth.
In a room-spinning morning
And a balance-stealing daydream
I’m trying to stand up tall
Stretching for the moon.
Pull the lightning from my eyes
On a crystal Sunday evening
Pouring out my soul’s libations
So Orion can read in bed.
Stepping to the mirror
To see the monster right inside me
With no pupils, light or beauty
And completely flawless hair.
Walked out into the grass
Feeling it cut into my feet.
If anybody needs me,
Feel free to follow the blood.
Orion looks happier tonight.
Seems the knight saved the princess.
Why can’t i vomit and
Make myself feel better?
And i keep hearing whispers
From the soundtrack in my head
Subtle as glass shattering
In a forgotten empty room.
Though lightning strikes
Sometimes twice, I’ll be
Holding metal up to my eyes
…waiting for Orion to go to bed…

My heartbeats echo in your silent eyes
Like a vaporous sigh in an empty field.
Tracing your face with enchantment,
Soft blue auras become lullabies.
You steal my deepest breaths away
Like a barn owl breaking the night;
Only to be the very moonlight
Illuminating my lupine spirit.
And as pleiades slices the canopy
Of the winter oaks of my soul,
All I can do is whisper in serenity
And feel your memory warm in my pocket.

I woke up this morning…again.
Looked around at this
Half-broken morning.
Thought about what you
Said last night in the rain…
The last thing I remember
Is running and getting lost
In the sky scraping carnival lights.
I close my eyes to make it dark.
And I thought of what we said
On our backs under the
Twilight painting aura;
The promises, the prophecies
And that goddam diamond ring.
I found bits of my heart in my mouth,
Spit it out into the sink
With wet cigarettes and blood.
Nothing makes you shudder like
A bucket of ice water,
The empty bed beside you
Like a clinic’s sterile smell.
I don’t remember the good
In crying water to wash my face.
It can rain a long time
If it tries hard enough.
And a mirror looks foolish
When all bandaged up.
And the rain falling down
That night drowned out our
Smoldering backseat gospel.
And how come my smile dos’nt hurt my hands again?
I just stand around here in this…carnival light maze…

I’ve spun my heart into
A six-stringed narcotic;
Surrendered my pain to the
Callous fingered Poets.
I’ve twisted my soul into copper and
Steal bridges to heaven.
I’ve tapped my passion like a vein
And bled myself of inhibitions.
I am a voluntary slave,
A loyal addict.
My nicotine is in a twenty-fretted vial.
It’s sublime to behold the power
For serenity inherent in a pick.
I am an evening of untamed potential,
Like a blind date that’s moving too fast.
I am Addict. I am free.
I am Master. I am Slave.
I am…a Guitarist.