On Insurgence

Stifling, with dreams like
paper truths cremated
in the basement of the

Ministry, with intent
to burn all life and all
ambition out of me

Eternally, while my
sluggish heart hardly cares;
and all creation sits

Soundlessly, with faces
melting into blue-grey
oceans of digital

Urgency, with muteness
stemming from delusion
that our words are billed by

Quantity, and I?

I just want to float down frosty rivers,
navigating rapids and

To swim in sunny surf,
pursued by Poseidon and outsmarting the sirens and

To cross this continent by train,
rambling with Kerouac and all the tumbling miles of track
and singing with the click-clack and
To simply BE
breathing in the mountain air
or hiking all these cobbled stairs
or laughing with a brilliant old friend

At a table
in a bar
on a riverbank
with a drink
and a warm smile.

Enough For Two

I tried to talk with you again
I'm sorry I guess I'm not ready for the end
Cause there was this fatal feeling
Like Charlemagne's army was finally closing in

And I knew all that I wanted
Was a room, enough for two
And I knew all that I wanted
Was a place for me and you

I tried to be a charming man
I'm sorry I guess it was foolish to just pretend
Cause there was this naked feeling
Like all of my mysteries were solved before I began

And I knew all that I wanted
Was a room, enough for two
And I knew all that I wanted
Was a place for me and you

I saw a brick house it was covered in vines
I said to myself one day all this will be mine
Then soldiers shoved in and they tore it apart
Now all that is left is our rubble and sparks

And I knew all that I wanted
Was a room, enough for two
But I guess all that I wanted
Will just have to stay subdued