Pacing the Cage

Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword
No matter how I squint I cannot
Make out what it’s pointing toward
Sometimes you feel like you’ve lived too long
Days drip slowly on the page
You catch yourself
Pacing the cage

I’ve proven who I am so many times
The magnetic strip’s worn thin
And each time I was someone else
And every one was taken in
Hours chatter in high places
Stir up eddies in the dust of rage
Set me to pacing the cage

I never knew what you all wanted
So I gave you everything
All that I could pillage
All the spells that I could sing
It’s as if the thing were written
In the constitution of the age
Sooner or later you’ll wind up
Pacing the cage

Sometimes the best map will not guide you
You can’t see what’s round the bend
Sometimes the road leads through dark places
Sometimes the darkness is your friend
Today these eyes scan bleached-out land
For the coming of the outbound stage
Pacing the cage
B. Cockburn

American Beauty

Fear no messenger!

Behold the skew with a charm.

A lattice for her mystique.

Infinitely quotable…never disputable.

Only an American Beauty when holding my poor grammar in her hands.

Within seconds she can embellish my pride by provoking a grand stand.

All too often I am composed of complacency to daily duties.

Still, as mystics do, what they do!

My American Beauty can see directly through.

Ceaselessly, I am a pitiful calamity Jane misinterpreting her chores.

I am the forgotten item at a grocery store.

I am a slapstick Jester in the courtship of an American Beauty.

She is a visionary who can see right through me.

but still 4
If I had a star to give, I’d give it to you
Long as you live, would you have the time
To watch it shine, watch it shine
Or ask for the moon and heaven too? ##Jerry Garcia

Say, Hey!

Beauty is only a light switch away!
Beauty is only a light switch away!

I was having this discussion in a taxi heading downtown, rearranging my position, on this friend of mine who  had a little bit of a breakdown:

I said,

Hey, no breakdowns comeAnd  breakdowns go..So what are you going  to do about it?  That’s what I’d like  to know?’
You don’t feel you could  love me but I feel you  could…
Was in the early morning  hours when I fell into a phone call.

Believing I had supernatural  powers I slammed into a brick wall!
I said,

‘Hey, is this my  problem?  Is this my  fault?  If that’s the way it’s gonna  be…I’m gonna call the whole thing  to a halt!’
You don’t feel you  could love me…but I feel you  could!
You don’t feel you can  love me..but I feel you  could!
I was walking down the  street when I thought I heard this  voice say,

‘Say, ain’t we walking  down the same street together on  the very same day?’
And I said,

Hey Senorita, that’s astute.  I  said, why don’t we get together and call ourselves an institute?’
You  don’t feel you could love me…but I feel you could..

How often have we all felt this way?

No?  Shit, in Ambien Grace-Land, Breakdowns come and Breakdowns don’t go…