Sally found her air

Sally found her air,
sniffing around without a care.
saw me from across the bar room floor;
she liked my smile and thought she wanted more.
there were Friday night men and muscles and uncorked wine!
while she sat at an open table to drink and finely dine
and all around
she heard the polished sound
of lively steel guitars;
she saw sparkling stars,
and heard friendly laughing girls
in their blue bell bottoms wearing fancy shiny pearls.
i was also thinking i hoped to score
and went walking loosely across the bar room floor,
to begin dancing before her dancing eyes.
she watched my music slowly rise
and fell into a momentary swoon:
i could become her morning sun and harvest moon.
Sally found her air;
sniffing around without a care;
she saw me from across the bar room floor;
she liked my smile and thought she wanted more,
as i did, too.

nothing to fear

the woman with the thin high heels
she's telling me everything and how it feels
wearing red when the sun goes down
we met in a better part of town
down an private entrance hall;
i heard her laugh and i heard her call
i saw her stand and i saw her fall
she had a laugh and i had a tear
she gave me an embrace to say there was nothing to fear:
her long brown hair and bright blue eyes
wild prairie grass and endless skies
took my breath away and my lies
packed away and never returned
it's what she said and what i learned!
the woman with the thin high heels
she's telling me everything and how it feels
wearing red when the sun goes down
we met in a better part of town
down a private entrance hall
i heard her laugh and i heard her call
i saw her stand and i heard her fall
she had a laugh and i had a tear
she gave me an embrace saying there was nothing to fear.

if i'm lost or found

strange footsteps in the basement
dark shadows in the closet
a noise of chained animals
and that jungle sound
asking if i'm lost or found
well,  i'm wasting away
in this wasted land
hanging by a silver thread
counting how many words i've said
since the dawn of time
how few of them rhyme
jumping the boat
clearing my throat
swimming against the tide
going for a corvette ride
feeling my heart beat
speeding on the American main street
with a gift package in my hand
there's the Revolutionary War band
and their fife and drum
marching across the sacred parade ground
and that jungle sound
asking if i'm lost or found.

keep your hands to yourself

keep your hands to yourself!

no, don't take my heart off the kitchen shelf

just save me for another day

please, listen to what i have to say:

don't toss me down the hall
expecting me to come running when you want to call
no, you can't be serious when you're acting cute
or i'll be walking down the center aisle in my birthday suit
heading to the airport with a cheap ticket in my name
for a sideline seat to a ceremonial game
there's not much more to hold me back
i've run from you before
if i had my sneakers on
i'd slide across the bedroom floor
there'd be a picture window and a big front door
a distant mountain and a far away shore
you'd hear me shouting as i ran
hide and seek or kick the can
without wearing a stitch of clothes
to somewhere alone that no one knows
so,
keep your hands to yourself!
don't take my heart off the kitchen shelf
just save me for another day
please, listen to what i have to say:
there's not much to hold me back
i've run from you before
if i had my sneakers on
i'd slide across the bedroom floor
there'd be a picture window and a big front door
a distant mountain and a far away shore
you'd hear me shouting as i ran
hide and seek or kick the can
without wearing a stitch of clothes
to somewhere alone that no one knows.

The Ukraine train

The Ukraine
train
rode his
brain drain
all the way to Crimea
all the way to the sea
when he opened his mouth
all the tracks pointed south
or east
where Russian forces ate yeast
and drank warm beer
with their mysterious Cossack cheer
to party and toast
another historically fantastic boast
from the White House toad
taking the low road
to Valhalla.

it's what i hear

it's what i hear
that sends a shiver of fear
down to my nervous feet,
busy crossing the meanest street,
scampering across the coldest floor,
perhaps to escape the next world war,
while i'm waiting for you!
tell me what i should do
when the clock strikes twelve
and i hear children cry?
really, there's no wondering why
the streets of gold are turning brown,
hopeful eyes turn looking down
and i lose my hair,
while sitting comfortably in my upholstered living room chair
cranking up classical music when those cries grow loud,
listening with alarm as distant human hearts growled
and an enormous bag of distracting dope,
opened at my side,
gave me a fleeting sense of hope.
it's what i hear.