Pumpkin Hands

Pumpkin hands are the only hands I’m holding each

Farewell spices, full belly is the only belly

Dead days are shot

Live days are the only ones to resurrect but have no need of that

When the storm came, pink in the night

With the clicking of a door and the trees goin’ wild

I felt hot skin

You held me scooped in an arm like a pumpkin hands are the hands I’m tryin’

Fall 2007, Toronto

Bones in Stays

I don’t know where I’m goin’

Or if I should even go

But if I be stayin’

There’ll be stays round my bones

And how shall I breathe then?

Well, now I am stayin’

I do hope my own bones will stay

For if I be dreamin’

There’ll be ghosts round my days

And how shall I sleep then?

I always been dreamin’

For it is easy to dream

But if I ain’t doin’

My dreams’ll bubble to steam

And how shall I be then?

I will have blown my dreams away

The boneless ghosts will say

I will have thrown them all away

If I don’t grow them today

How do I grow my bones in stays?

This is a song of warning to myself... To heed the inner voice.

I think it's important to follow one's dreams. Otherwise, life is more difficult.

And to do it now! To have patience, but not to postpone.

Everything in its time, no need to force anything. But also to follow "the call."

I realize now that it will just keep calling.

If you don't follow your dreams, THEY WILL FOLLOW YOU.

Far From Here

I am going far from here but where I know not

But I know it’s home all too well

I know it's home all too well

I know it's home all too well

I know it is home

I am floating on a sea whose name I know not

But I know its storms all too well

I know its storms all too well

I know its storms all too well

I know its storms

I am under a sky whose eyes I know not

But know its tears all too well

I know its tears all too well

I know its tears all too well

I know its tears

I am snowing on a land whose name I know not

But I know its holes all too well

I know its holes all too well

I know its holes all too well

I know its holes

I am going far from here but where I know not

But I know it’s home all too well

I know its home all too well

I know its home all too well

I know it is home

I wrote this song one winter night instead of going to a party...

Whitewashed (A Walking Song)

It has been whitewashed for a stretch

It has been whitewashed for a while

Then the yellow yolk came out of its shell

And cracked open the light

And cracked open the blue of another time

One of sweat and just being on the step

With an apricot in hand

Juice running, juice running, juice running from us both

This song came out while I was walking home from Kensington one day...

Full of Teeth

My mouth is full of teeth

After you kiss me

And I hear the birds of the mornin’

I hear their notes outpourin’

My back is bristled by your beard

And your breath, come nearer

And I taste the skin of your finger

On your knuckles, I will linger

The sky is comin’ through

She holds a bird or two

And I let fall the light of the window

For sleep I cannot go to

Yeah, this husk is full of life

And life herself is growing ripe

And since my mouth is so full of teeth

After you kiss me

I will devour, I will devour

Summer 2007, Toronto

Fever Song

Beets, beans, and barley

Run through me

Seamless dreams and stories

Run through me

And when I open my mouth, something’s gonna come out

Something’s gonna come in again

I took a towel to wipe my sweat

I took a fancy to red flowers ‘hind my ears

But I left them on the bush

I’ll take a course to pass the time

I’ll take a job so things are mine

But I will never take the sky

And not ‘cause it’s too wide

Beets, beans, and barley

Run through me

Seamless dreams and stories

Run through me

And when I open my mouth, something’s gonna come out

Something’s gonna come in again

Well, I refused to take a pill

But I took kisses and felt well

And you should take my word until

I say no more

Well, I like to take my time

On the roof under the sun

Of September with a song

But I have to run

Beets, beans, and barley

Run through me

Seamless dreams and stories

Run through me

And when I open my mouth, something’s gonna come out

Something’s gonna come in again

Beets, beans, and barley

Run through me

Seamless dreams and stories

Run through me

With the beets and the beans and barley

I wrote this song on the roof of Katie's house. I had to run to the first class of a course I never went back to. It was so beautiful & sunny on the roof.