from All Rare Potatoes Be

I call your name and what do you do?
You turn away so I can’t see you
But I get what I deserve
I tried to cage you like a bird
I spent a long time barking at you

I’m gonna change the way I think about you
No more mincing words to service my views
If you’re unsure what to expect
I’ll take whatever you got left
I spent a long time barking at you

And I realize the world don’t spin ’round me
But it’s funny because everything repeats
And I’m running low on time
So if you’re gonna change your mind
Oh am I one that you’ll revisit?
Or the one you left behind?

So now I’m drifting off like I always do
Oh what if I loved you like I was supposed to?
And I got nothing more to say
No promises to make
I just spent a long time barking at you

from All Rare Potatoes Be

Everything you’ve heard about me
Every word is true
Even the embellishments
Don’t paint an honest view
I don’t suffer much for critics
Don’t suffer critics much
While I’m busy rolling in it
They’re still begging for a touch

Well I heard that you rolled sevens
So I put you to the test
But the wounds you healed they ain’t nothing like
The ones that you undressed
I know it don’t make no difference
But how could I refuse?
Oh I love you more than ever now that
You’re a part of someone else’s world
I find it irresistible

And you look so different
In that skirt you wear
Can’t help but wonder
What has changed?
And you bet it all
On a mirror and a ball
But I don’t work for you no more
I don’t work for you no more
Pull that picture from its frame
Wash that fixer off and hang
Yes, all the champagne you could ever dream is yours

from All Rare Potatoes Be

I would love to lift your petticoat
With the dark side of my brain
Where I’m invisible to barrier
Where no thought is restrained
Where I can wake up next to someone
Who doesn’t have to choose
Which heart will fly her farther?
The soft of the loose?
And as my mind makes out the difference
A sound knocks at the door

And you have come to read poetry
And tease me with your charms
But as your hands reach out to touch her
You’re not thinking about her arms
And as she bends to pull me closer
My mind’s not on the dogs
As long as you’re building dams babe
I’m building logs
And as I watch her pass before me
My feet fight for the floor

And you have come with ripe tomatoes
That shiver into form
But where the desert meets the meadow
The sheets are sweet and warm
And your reflection on the window
Is burning like a stove
How far is far enough babe?
I’m sore to know
And as the painter pulls the curtains
He whispers through your clothes
And the world of art keeps turning

from All Rare Potatoes Be

Well she was born just a little ladybug
And she stuck out like the sore end of a thumb
And she was born to be a beetle not a bum
But she was stifled by the stiffness in her form

Now she walks with her fur coat on
Claiming everybody’s burdens
From the landlord’s to the curtains
She’s resolved to clean them all
But she never paint’s it bitter
She’s got children to consider
And you’ll never hear a whimper
From our lady of the logs

But once she was born just a little ladybug
And she snuck off on her own one early morn
And she was born to be a beetle not a bum
But she never no meant no one any harm

Now she calls out for her servants
With her calico work shirt on
From the gardens to the porcelain
She’s the lawyer and the law
But she never begs to differ
She’s got holy fathoms with her
And stern judgement to deliver
With a cigar in her jaw

But once she was…

from All Rare Potatoes Be

Let me open the doorway for you
Like it was the last thing I’d ever do
Let me make you a floor and lie prostrate for you
Let me open the doorway for you

I pounced at the chance
With a sock full of ants
And put on my clean pants for you
Then I uncombed my hair
And made sure it looked weird
Like I’d slept on it dreaming of you

I went down to your post
With a lump in my throat
And acted unnatural and cool
Then you jumped out my reach
As I fumbled my speech
And I walked out defeated and blue

But let me open the doorway for you
Like it was the last thing I’d ever do
Let me make you a floor and lie prostrate for you
Let me open the doorway for you

Oh I’m tired of begging
For my dreams to come true
Let me open the doorway for you

from All Rare Potatoes Be

I once had a lazy body
Once I had a lady on me
But all of my love turned into riches
Until I was only granting wishes

I’ll fill you in on all you’re missing
And I’ll just assume that you’re listening
I gave you all my heat’s distinction
When you always knew you’d never need it

I once had a lazy body
Once I had a lady on me

from All Rare Potatoes Be

You can only be rejected
By the city that you live in
So I’m gonna find myself a way out of dodge
From your family it’s expected
All your dreams have been inspected
It’s time to wisen up and get yourself a job

And you can only be diminished
By the people that you’re in with
They’re the reasons that your whimpers turn to sobs
They’ll overburden you with wishes
That they’ll never let your finish
And then they’ll feed your favorite breakfast to the dog

But we all
Rare potatoes be
Though each one means
A carrot less for me
Well I took you in
You were my family
Let’s stop washing soap
And raking burning leaves

Ms Brigitte comes to survey all she’s got
But she’s sucking thumbs with dress up Basquiat
No he ain’t the greatest artist in the world
But he’s certainly the greatest one in hers

While the musician confesses all he knows
But he’s referencing a phrase somebody wrote
Oh he lines the books he buys up on a shelf
A counterfeit expression of himself

But we all
Rare potatoes be
Though each one means
A carrot less for me
Well I took you in
You were my family
Let’s stop washing soap
And raking burning leaves

from All Rare Potatoes Be

I scattered your peculiar
Ashes in the sand
And I buried you in the desert
And then wiped you from my hands

And I built up a church
In the land of thirst
To comply with your demands
And I followed you
And I served you too
I was a child to your command

And so I laid you down
Inside your wedding gown
And fixed your fingers into your lap
And then I gave a speech
An awkward eulogy
To an audience dressed in black

And I called for you
And I cursed you too
When I knew you were never coming back
And I felt the clasp
Of your casket latch
And I fell for you all over again

from All Rare Potatoes Be

I loved you like a diamond
But my wheels they spun too rough
And I hoped we’d shine a longer while
But sometimes life is tough

And I picture you from time to time
And then wash the fixer off
And then hang them high in a great big line
Until I feel I’ve had enough

And those dark and vacant bedroom eyes
That washed my bandage off
I’m done with cutting lines and forcing rhymes
I’m gonna let my spirit drop

Now what’s the matter with you?
Don’t you tell me you’re just trying to find who you are
Nobody ever has to know what a tyrant you were

Now listen boy you’re ’bout to find out what
When her clothes are packed and her hair is cut
And you owe it to her not to speak too much

But now listen little kittenears
Nestled in the dark
All transmissions here are serious
And pierced for the heart

There’s no middle ground to speak of
Just an under-furnished rug
Oh strum that dulcimer with feeling
And give that canvas a tug

I spent a long time begging
for you to carry me though

But now there’s no use in waiting
Somebody’s got a new maiden
And when you have to it’s never half as good

Oh how many times can you make that face?
How come it hurts when you call my name?
Well you can set a fire to my neighborhood
But I ain’t ever gonna look
No matter how long you cook

from Keep An Eye

I’m not trying to be your Ranier Maria Rilke
But your insult only sews the slipper shut
I can prophecy and pretend all you need me to
I will leave it up for you to deem worthless

I’m not making like some imaginary sparrow
I’m not even dreaming in the world you’re speaking of
Your heart begats its roots there’s no straight and narrow
And I’m already walking in an arc and I’m not looking for a plank to jump

So don’t come back at me with those tiny toenail slippers
My feet are too small and ladylike for those things
But if you let me wear your photograph inside my eyelids
Then you can have my great grandmother’s diamond rings

Now I really am not trying to prove you funny
I’m not spinning any yarns my clothes were made
Just you keep forking at my yolk til I am runny
But my shell is still intact so I am okay

from Keep An Eye

Turn out that light in the doorway
Turn out that papier-mache
Sit down across from me
Tune your guitar the same
Cause honey, we got everything we need

If you’re going keep that window open
And if I leave you know I’ll do the same
Just if you don’t let my friends in
I won’t let yours in
Cause honey, we’ve got everything we need

And it don’t matter whether we’re together
Or if we’re out there stranded in the cold
I’m happy just to know
No matter where we go
Oh honey, we’ve got everything we’re owed

So unroll that mattress from the closet
And uncoil that beartrap from the floor
No, you don’t even have to call
And I don’t know where your earrings are
Cause honey, we’ve got everything we own

And it don’t matter whether we’re together
Or if we’re out there stranded in the dark
I’m happy just because
No matter where we was
Oh honey, we’ve got everything we are

from Keep An Eye

Certainly I’m lonely
And certainly I’m sad
But certainty ain’t a luxury
I believe I’ve ever had

Don’t know how to took eight long years
To tell you exactly what you mean
Don’t know how I spent eight long years
Running on empty

Well if you need to travel
Find somewhere to unravel, honey
I got things to do
Just as long as I can find ya
Honey, far away as China
I’ll save a place for you

Don’t know how it ever came down to us
Trying to work this out by hand
When all we needed was the warm embrace
Of one another’s distant lands

But keep an eye for me
And I will keep an eye for you
Our comfortable continuings
Pent up underneath our moon

Well if you need some time
To sit and think about your mind, honey
I like thinking too
But if you need some other kind
To help you find what you must find, honey
Any girl will do

from Keep An Eye

Outside the quails are squalling
And the sounds have all alarmed
But you can hear Poor Richard tugging
On his alabaster arm
Oh what kind witch have I stuck with?
Am I such a pull at straws?
Poor Richard thought with his two dots
But nothing set him off

Inside the room was standing
For the upper level seat
While the bailiff sat and fanned himself
Poor Richard felt the heat
I want two divorces drawn up now
I want one that I can keep
And underneath Poor Richard’s head
That document did sleep

Out in the icy wilderness
Miss Nosy took a peek
Inside Poor Richard’s briefcase
Quickly shut it and then shrieked
Then she punched him out the second floor
Threw his bed down in the street
But that night Poor Richard dreamed
Of endless possibilities

Now instead of making money
Poor Richard makes believe
And instead of feeling happy
Poor Richard feels relieved
Oh how many years can I endure
This penitentiary?
That I have built inside my mind
Yet scoffed with every beat

from Keep An Eye

I may not eat all your macaroni
And my mind might drift while your talking to me
But I don’t mean no harm, just tug me by the arm
And I’ll come crashing back into your story

It ain’t that I’m unsure how I’m feeling
And it’s not that I don’t know what we are doing
Oh I can be that man, but I hope you understand
If I wait until that weather passes over you

I may not have played the cards you delt me
When it was obvious that both our hands were empty
But if I kiss your cheek, we won’t speak for weeks
And I’d rather have your voice than just your company

But I’ll still walk you home when nighttime comes a callin’
And you know I’ll keep that cold water comin’
Lord, it ain’t that I’m scared, or worried people care
I just want to without feeling guilty

from Keep An Eye

When I was yet a young man
Pulling cotton from the seed
I got punched up to a post
For matching every noble deed
I was side-armed in the stomach
I was weak-kneed in the teeth
I got no more empty pockets
It’s salvation here I seek

And it’s hour to hour
Grave honors to yield
Some woeful expectation
Brings that harvest cut to kill
And it’s minute to minute
Every error overcome
Because every combination
Has got human in their thumbs

I have heard that men of few words
Scorn their breath with every prayer
Well so much should think a coward
Calling every breeze a scare
Put your faith against the glass
Put yourself out in the cold
Stop killing tongues with weapons
Start filling drought with soul

And it’s hour to hour
Grave honors to yield
Some woeful expectation
Brings that harvest cut to kill
And it’s minute to minute
Every error overcome
Because every combination
Has got human in their thumbs

from Keep An Eye

I wrote you an old love letter
On a postcard with pigeons in chains
And I ran it by you for an hour or two
Before pouring it out with the rain

I explained how it was I could leave you
And how it was I could never complain
I signed it with loss and the usual discourse
As always, forever, I claimed

I sent it by mail in the morning
And I watched it drive off in a truck
You read it of course all except the last part
Which I assume you threw into a fuss

You called me the next morning after
You called for the very last time
I dialed you right back, love, but your end was dead
And there was nothing but ghosts on the line

But had you asked where it was I was going
I’d have told you nowhere you can find
And had you asked who it was I was seeing
I’d have told you the opposite sign

So I set off to trail on a Sunday
I drove through divisions and dust
Oh I’ll try to write home but I’m lazy
And I only receive when I must

But take heed of these borrowed confections
No I ain’t trying to cause you bad luck
I’m sorry I missed your connection
But sometimes I just don’t give a fuck

But had you asked where it was I was going
I’d have told you nowhere you can find
And had you asked who it was I was seeing
I’d have told you the opposite sign

from Keep An Eye

I don’t wanna be no trouble
I don’t want to peck and paw
I don’t want to be your double
Always trying to catch you in a fall

Well sometimes he loves you
And sometimes he don’t
Sometimes he forgives you
And sometimes he wont

I don’t want to be no bother
I don’t want to keep you crying
I don’t want to be your lawyer
I don’t want to bug you blind

But it was written in the cards
As it was written in the past
Some hearts just barely get by
And some hearts just barely last

All I need is that lowdown feeling
That doesn’t go away without drugs
To sing for me cause I can’t feel it
No I never been too good about love

I have opened myself
Like an unsigned letter
Not better or worse
But unhinged and unfettered
No worries, no doubts
I repeat to myself like it’s true

Like the morning that rises
When nighttime’s been severed
Not here nor there
But forever and ever
Unfound in the moment
Lost in this mess, dear, with you

from Keep An Eye

I want to whisper in your ear, dear
In the middle of Sunday’s service
Reverend can we cut this short my friend?
And you better tell me darling
If you are too tired or something
Cause once we pay our tithes
We’re outta here

And I’m going to find you in the kitchen
Drag you onto the couch for sinnin’
Pull you into bed and kiss your eyes
And if you catch me moanin’
And I am not sleepin’ or snorin’
You’ll thank the Lord that we got to church on time

I want to whisper in your ear, doll
While the congregation settles
As you undo the top notch of your blouse
And I’m going to need another bible
To conceal my risin’ rival
Besides we both know I sing best sitting down

And I’m going to find you in the kitchen
Drag you onto the couch for sinnin’
Pull you into bed and kiss your eyes
And if you catch me moanin’
And I am not sleepin’ or snorin’
You’ll thank the Lord that we got to church on time

from Keep An Eye

She puts on her lipstick
She lowers her eyes
She puts out her cigarette
Lets the ashes lie
She’s so cruel and sassy
But she’s so harmless and couth

Now wouldn’t it be nice?
For an hour or two
Wouldn’t it feel like summer
In the mouth of June?

He lights another cigarette
Flatters his eyes
He unfolds his napkin
Lets the years roll by
He’s so impossible and distant
But he’s so sad and so true

Now wouldn’t it be nice?
For a lifetime or two
Wouldn’t it feel like summmer
In the mouth of June?

We were so privileged and honest
But so far away from the truth

Now wouldn’t it be nice?
Just me and you
Wouldn’t it feel like summer
In the mouth of June?

from Worn to the Weft

Baby take your hands off
Send them over here
Left shoe, right shoe, no shoes, no shoes
I’m so glad you are near

Maybe we can go fishing?
I’ll let you reel them in
& I’ll just sit back & relax, relax
Baby throw my ankles in

Maybe I myself should jump right in?
Give myself a kick
Give my legs a swim

from Worn to the Weft

What’s it like living next door to the most popular mister?

He’s got a voice like a trumpet
& a wrist watch that sings
& you aint ever gonna need nothin
after them promises he brings.

He’s got a thirteen part greeting
& a sixty watt chain
& he sleeps with his eyes
beneath cucumber rings.

Dont tell me.
What’s it like living next door to the most popular mister?

He’s got the hands of a damsel
& the stress of king
He’s in charge of a whole fleet
of employees

He’s got the bite of grizzly
but the stomach of a beak
& he’ll wash you up with hopes and dreams
just to get you through the week.

Don’t tell me.
What’s it like living next door to the most popular mister?

from Worn to the Weft

Poor Tom eats the swimming frog
The fury in his heart is blind and burrowing
The foul fiend eats the beetle wing
The lovely lady sings and howls him back to sleep

While the old rat and the ditch dog drink
From standing pools of spirit queens, ooh.

The common seer, dead so many years
The cheap trick auctioneers invest their innocence
The sickness spreads, swims with fins of lead
Poor wretches that depend on constant gathering

While the old rat and the ditch dog drink
From their swimming pools with diamond clinks, ooh.

from Worn to the Weft

Well an ordinary man
was walking down the road
When he fell into the hands
of a desperate clan
They stripped him of his things
right down to his clothes
Smashed his face with lead
and left him for dead

Preacher sees the man
sees the blood in the sand
From the corner of his eye
as he passes right by
And the servant of the state
does the same as the priest
He pretends not to see
a man struggling to breathe

What kind neighbors are these?
What kind of man drops
the hand of the dying
For a handshake
with heartache and greed?

from Worn to the Weft

Well your daughter’s pulse is pale again
And the fear has caught you off your guard
In love with your intentions
Not ashamed of what you are
But before you tell me different
Before you tell me the truth
Admit that one way or the other
Means no matter what you do

And its a shame
You built a wounded moat
Around your baby’s brain
And its a shame
You left her favorite
English books out in the rain
Ain’t it a hard line to choose?
You say its not up to me
Don’t cut me loose
I L-O-V-E why oh why you?

Now your daughter walks with wherewithal
As she calls out for revenge
She’s got them ready gents now here she comes
With their tongues cut out in jest
But no sleep will bring her victory
As no land with bring her rest
Confess that one way or the other
Means whatever happens next

And its a shame
You built a wounded moat
Around your baby’s brain
And its a shame
You left her favorite
English books out in the rain
Ain’t it a hard line to choose?
You say its not up to me
Don’t cut me loose
I L-O-V-E why oh why you?

Well I’m sorry my integrity should bleed
To stain the very honor that you need
Well you have to much dear lady but to know
Honest mean are comforts for your cause

Bound by the sky that hangs above me
After the fighters the kings
Spared by the tide, taken by escape
In the land where doubt is death and life is pain
Spared by the hands of the suffering
Spared by the eyes of the meek
Spared by the strike of the outlaw
Spared by the prince of peace.

from Worn to the Weft

The untimely death of Ted
Gave his orphaned son feel sads
Robert he’s a good boy
But sometimes a man needs help and rest
He’s feeling better and but
Have you seen his friend, Sam?

Sam comes from a wicked mom
Pulled down by a quicksand arm
But when Gayle gets sober
She starts thinking over shit long past
She’s feeling better
As she tips her closest friend, Luanne.

Luanne works the 5th St lamps
Saving hope for her sick aunt
Barbara the organ donor
She left her right lung and her last two packs
But had she quit sonner
She’d be laughing and not lowered to bed

Oh and maybe I want what I write to be seen
By a select class of nocturnal being, huh?
And yes you can play it soft with your luxury things
But I got the lead role in the sting, hmm.

from Worn to the Weft

His name is Patrick
He wears a light blue smock
He’s walking his dogs
In the earliest morning

Ones name is Muffler
Ones name is Sergeant Shark
While Patrick stumbles behind
With the stones rolling under him

Why do we grow old?
And why must we die sooner than told?
Just once I…
But that was the last time I heard from him

They walk long ways and back again
Soft slippers don’t need no laces
As Sergeant and Muffler dissolve
Into shapes that he’s chasing

His heart weighs a ton again
White pain crushing through his senses
A wet nose grazes his neck
As his soul is released, yeah

Why do we grow old?
And why must we die sooner than told?
Just once I…
But that was the last I ever heard from him

As Sergeant makes his escape
Muffler sticks with his friend
Amazed that it’s ending

from Worn to the Weft

On wrath and punishment
Oh God give me a breath of air
I’m quaking in my boots
But my dog is just lying there
Well if he don’t seem worried
I don’t see why I should care
‘Cause he eats, shits, fucks, sleeps
Gets sick, gets buried
Like any other millionaire

Prophets and prophecy
I told you I would meet you here
Let’s turn war into winning
Then we’ll all float up into the air
Well there’s no need for worry
There’s no wonder why we’re here
We’ll just eat, shit, fuck, sleep
Get sick, get buried
‘Cause we’re gonna live forever, yeah.

from Worn to the Weft

No I will not deliver this letter
To the cur whose breath I hate
His body is hardly any better
And he relies on rotten faith

But he comes off so charming and able
He’s a carcass if you ask me
Lord even my niece thinks he’s something
But I am still uncertain

Delivery from evil
For the solitary people
Saviors from ourselves
Sing a song of peace
For every bird and bee
There ain’t anybody else

Yes I flatly refuse
to take part in your funeral methods
I will not spend my life
Plucking words from the mouth of a grave

And I don’t see the use
In every report being perfect
I will not bide my time
Watching only the corrupt remain

But you can be sure that it’s true love
The youth will retrieve from the valleys
What the hideous and decent
Defy, deplore, and defame

We are captives of a furious nation
We are captives by any other name

Delivery from evil
For the solitary people
Saviors from ourselves
Sing a song of peace
For every bird and bee
There ain’t anybody else

from Worn to the Weft

Oh Lord don’t let it be over now
Oh Lord don’t let it be me
I’m sick but I’ve tried to keep you alive
To make up for a lifetime of grief

No it don’t matter much what you’ve come for
And it don’t matter when you might leave
Through thickness and thin, through glory and sin
Through the hearts of the minds that you reach

“The light!” cries the man in the valley
“The dirt!” cries the man underneath
The earth is the pen that we’re all living in
And heaven is just some other street

Oh Lord don’t let it be over
Oh Lord don’t let it be me
I’m sick but I’ve tried to keep you alive