QUIXOTICS

D, A, Em, G (without E fingering)

dragons call from a storybook
where unicorns drink by a brook
i know the plot i know the end
it’s all so clear, it’s all so clear there

the words to say, how they decay
it happens too fast, words don’t last
and i’m standing here by street light
and isn’t so clear
it isn’t so clear here

but dragons call from a storybook
where unicorns drink by a brook
i know the plot i know the end
it’s all so clear, it’s all so clear there

things always seem to lack
waiting here, looking back
where stories took from an old book
don’t fill the cracks the street light maps

and i thought i could i thought i would
find something here worth believing
how will this end, how the road will bend
it’s not so clear, it’s not so clear here

ARGON BRIGHT

don’t put your boots on tonight
stay here by the argon lights
don’t make me cry for you, don’t make me hide from you
the air is thicker than blood or water
the fear here is slick and it wants you to follow it
faithless and ruthless we guild through the lashes
of snowy april nights, our memories in ashes
some sense of harmony, some sense of right
for the wrong reasons, we half-ass a sorry fight
and the horses need whipping, these arms turned to stone
wait for the moment to claim you don’t mind the cold
and excuse yourself from remembering you’re getting old

DON’T BE A PRUDE

i discovered what natural remedy prune juice is for today: unclog your metaphorical asshole

ELLIOT’S EULOGY

Elliot’s Final Resting Place –
Yesterday, just as winter was turning to spring,
I buried my best friend’s cat
under a silver mushroom
by a young pine tree
next to a flower garden yet to be planted
in a small village called Durand
on the eighteenth day of March, the year two thousand seven.