Daggy Man Beaches
Tender, rough shoulders, visions of an older
Freer being (To this I'm dedicated)
Vessel or holder, focus of a soldier
Let it be (To this I'm dedicated)
I'm collecting lives from the beaches
(Every part of me wants to say)
Save behind the eyes any keepers
(It's okay, Mumma, it's okay)
Waves cover the moss like a carpet
(I try to offer all the same)
Hiding all the mess from the houseguest
(Gentle gesture, for your pain)
Artifacts of a half-page writ
(What secrets lie on letters page?)
A thousand dreams in a stream of spit
(What's to say, Mumma? It's okay)
Maybe give a little lift with my
Maybe give a little lift with my words
Carnival scream for the half-thought maybes
Reading tarot cards to babies
Telescope dream of a life I'm craving
Give it everything you gave me
Drink it in
Tender, rough shoulders, visions of an older
Freer being (To this I'm dedicated)
Vessel or holder, focus of a soldier
Let it be (To this I'm dedicated)
I'm collating sounds from the seashore
(Sought out a stranger here today)
Shapen into nouns for a verse four
(And today I'ma do the same)
Spy a cheap sunrise on a t-shirt
(A simple portrait full of grace)
Carcass of a lie in the dry dirt
(Caught some truth, Mumma, in the frame)
Vestibules through an idea tract
(I walk the streets here, feeling brave)
A thousand truths in a lunch unpacked
(On my way, Mumma, it's okay)
Maybe give a little lift with my
Maybe give a little lift with my words
Carnival scream for the half-thought maybes
Reading tarot cards to babies
Telescope dream of a life I'm craving
Give it everything you gave me
Drink it in
Palms command the sand to a new shape
Ushering a man through the doorway
Whisper on the wind, hear myself say
"I'll be you someday..."
"I'll be you someday..."
"I'll be you someday..."