Monthly Archives: February 2022

Deviation

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I’ve been lookin’ ‘round this place
don’t see nothin’ I can’t do without
these faces haven’t changed (much)
(but) growin’ tired of this syllabus
I need some deviation
feelin’ out of touch
I hate to say it’s true, my dear
things are gettin’ kinda worn with you, too
seasons come an’ go – with the same ol’ same ol’
everybody doin’ the same ol’ thing
ain’t no thunder, ain’t no lightning
I need some deviation
something shocking, something frightening

perhaps I’m just a deviant
perhaps I’m just a cad
but the times I spent out on the wire
were the best I ever had
so I’m goin’ back out there
goin’ back in time

so I’m headed for the border
goin’ back out on patrol
a sidearm and a compass
my knapsack an’ my bedroll
I need some deviation
or I’m afraid I’ll go insane
might be goin’ to the city now
where the hustle never sleeps
crowds an’ bodies everywhere – flash an’ glare
opportunity an’ dark despair
hipsters an’ freaks an’ music in the streets
I need some deviation
get myself back in the game

I don’t care enough ‘bout nothin’
no passions no animus, you see
got no bling, I’m soft an’ slow
like complacency
so I’m goin’ back out there
goin’ back in time
I’m takin’ back my soul
I need some deviation
even out my head
international intrigue
with kaleidoscopic currency
and paraphrase fatigue
dialectic stampede
as places come an’ go – nothin’ hoary, it don’t get old
with thunder and lightning
shocking an’ frightening

perhaps I’m just a deviant
perhaps I’m just a cad
but the times I spent out on the wire
were the best I ever had
so I’m goin’ back out there
goin’ back in time

Ananke is Coming

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no time for sorrow
no time for grief
no time for pity
they’ll be wrangling in the streets
no time for laughter
no time for games
no time dillydally
everything has changed
Ananke is coming
she’s coming to take you away

lock up all your treasures
Katie bar the door
hide away the children
you won’t see them anymore
burn all your money
and records of your past
take a look around it
just might be your last
Ananke is coming
she’s coming to take you away

Ananke has brothers
a score of cousins too
they’ll descend upon the town
as their convoy rumbles through
hellfire and brimstone
high anxiety
lying, conniving
incivility
Ananke is coming
she’s coming to take you away

with sweet sounding promises
and caring concern
never mind the conflict with
everything you’ve learned
light becomes darkness
hate becomes love
despair appears deftly
on the wings of a dove
Ananke is coming
she’s coming to take you away

Friday Night at Rocky’s

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people gonna run when the work week’s done
been moiling and toiling for days
gotta loosen up gotta unwind I
think I know the place
beauty queens with holes in their jeans
middle-aged men in khakis
there’s zydeco on the patio
on Friday night at Rocky’s

they got buffalo wings and onion rings
a side of dirty little secrets, I hear
alligator pie with a glass of wine
or just a burger and a beer
some folks come when they’re getting none
some folks come to watch hockey
some folks come for the dynamo hum
on Friday night at Rocky’s

coats and ties and college guys and
gals with fire engine hair
working folks; heroes and goats
everybody’s there
with a baseball field down the street
game day crowds get rowdy
but it’s a contact sport when the party starts
on Friday night at Rocky’s

weekend comes, relax, have fun
come inside find a seat
or stay on your feet there’s no decree
no propriety
discretions aside, it’s a magic carpet ride
a little kitsch and I guess a little tacky but
let your soul succumb to the dynamo hum
on Friday night at Rocky’s