There are things that only I and the angels know I trust them to keep their silence They come around when I close my eyes And disappear when I get the urge to do some harm There are angels that live in the bottom Of almost every glass of beer Churches are crowded with theirContinue reading “the angels”
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On The Forest Floor
The clear light of dawn has trouble finding its way down to the forest floorThe instruments we use to measure timefrom clocks to calendars to the rings in our treespreserve the illusion of orderand fall in splinters on the forest floorWhen the sun sets on this brutal timewe will be waiting forthe winter to passtheContinue reading “On The Forest Floor”
Your Honor
Sometimes we walk barefoot into the forest even though there are snakes in the leaves and sometimes some people still call you “your honor” but we know there’s no honor among thieves In the haze of our days when memory falters and the nights hide the loneliest sins We will carry our sacrifice up toContinue reading “Your Honor”
Visiting with Jeff
It’s been a long time since we were together Visiting with Jeff And other old friends in the cemetery Who no longer need wings to fly That old song came on the radio As we rolled slowly through the bones And over in the distance, Through the haze of the incinerated west, Stands the cityContinue reading “Visiting with Jeff”
The Flimsy Net
Love seems such a flimsy net to catch so much. So many beasts, capable of tearing a man to shreds, get tangled in its soft web. Stories are the only creatures to escape from the net. One tells itself: To love just one, and lose that love, and find it fugitive, hiding from itself, terrifiedContinue reading “The Flimsy Net”
Words & Music by Mike Power 