Standing in that place
where I had talked about moving

Staring at the place
where I just kept looking

I was waiting in the space

Where dreams come true

All those time they should

when they come looking for you

somewhere outside fairhope

We’ll always run these roads

We’ll always lay in this sand
And when we get old

we’ll talk about the beautiful

time when we were carefree

No matter how far we go

in our drunken minds
our turning years
in our bruised lines
and wild angry tears

We’ll grow old waiting
waiting in the space


so I never venture far

outside of Fairhope

outside of Fairhope

We’ll always run these streets

We’ll always lay in this sand

And we’ll stay young and free

and fighting the odds

and too scared to believe

that we might ever leave





American Idol

Watching the real American Idol

where politicians become rock stars

and see how well they sing

changing their voices

and changing their tunes

whenever they need to bang their drum

or …their strings gets moved
Carly Carly finally someone speaks for the women on this side

but..she has to make her appeals to the new religion of the state

and their enlightenment

so enlightened are we that we placate

must be more of the same, got to make a few concessions to the left

And Bernie man he just loves the people

loves the people so much that he is as angry as Donald
red faced and screaming and putting Jesus face on the sheriff of Nottingham

the only way to make us all equal is to make us all poor
and that ensures the puppeteers just get more

and when the business goes down all them jobs go out the door

unless you like working for the government

And you know Rand..
Well Rand just can’t seem to be his dad

and there goes Donald
well everyone gets their time
and that hot air didn’t get any of mine

and time is passed

and now time has told

what anyone who paid attention would know

no fiscal conservative here

just another progressive

working on a third term with a new face
a bunch of free stuff from the state
just like Bernie and Clinton and the Emperor with no clothes

but hey we are too blinded by the American Idol show

to really care

about China and Russia and their clanging of cages
or Iran and Isis and their brazening swords
or sovereignty vs globalization

or the trafficking of the lives we don’t want anymore

while the Idols veil it with words about independence and choice

and the Libertarian party must have been raped and divided

once Ron Paul’s campaign got stolen

since all they care about is marriage and weed

while race and sex and bigotry keep everyone quiet

They hate on Ben Carson while they applaud Farrakhan

but don’t dissent or you will give Louise his riot

don’t worry humble guys don’t win

and common sense gets abused

so blinded by the lights of the idols

and the PC police translating what was never said
intelligence never gets used

while fake stories get the press
and a few of the few

getting cornered in a game of verbal chess

to see who the supporters or dissenters are

Can’t Imagine

Nothing going on but the wind
And nothing going up but the rent
Hey those lines and cliches
Know how to take their place
All the things that inform
Numb the apathy
Here I am missing you
Missing me
Minds going going gone
Trying to feel some words
And write some songs
New bare walls
I should put something there
But I like the way bare walls feel sometimes
Looks like space it feels like time
Time is there ever enough time
Feeling time slipping sometimes
I can’t imagine why
Feeling feelings and I
can’t imagine why
Acute senses of serene
Bare walls let them in
Alert dreams of dreams
I see you in
Feeling feelings
I can’t imagine why