jpaulgorman

e) grab a flashlight f) spot the fish g) stand watch all night h) 'til the bugs go to sleep i) summer night sweats j) sticky skin k) hooked fingertip l) crusted blood m) feet off the pier n) army green water o) orange life jackets p) never worn q) closed compartment r) mosquito lands s) slaps t) car light motions u) cricket sounds v) rocky roads w) uphill and heavy air x) fish gut air y) woke on a deck z) with an unknown dog licking my face

c       g          f           c             g  what kind of sacrifice could we give c                               g what do we have to offer f    c     f      c our world's saints g doomed could hardly think of a time i've seen a bird help another one fretting and sweet the lovers ingore the binding mind capturers iching all the right places caverns revealed runners sweated then bled then He died hung in the morning sun hour before dusk changer

stranded in the middle of a wildfire flames a hunnard feet high wish that thundercloud would roll by tornado or not plows in the fields left to burn cats and dogs already ran off ain't no one to fight it the bright, melting, smoke maker a disaster area, huh hell yes black, ash covered valleys charred trees, still rooted trashman came and nothing was left a raw, but cleaner, land remained dirt, fortified with fossils labor awaits winds are gushing like herds of rocketships the late spring storms, violent and teasing damn fires.

g                                                           c air moving quick about forty mile an hour g                                                              c along the fence line goes maria on the rider f                  c             ...

shoulder plateau time moves slow a short intro begins the show heart in traction love being rationed all the while smashing recorded in captions midnight lovers exchanging troubles sly and undercover pity the mothers chemical imbalance send them to france complete their rants continue the dance add some tabasco makes your back bow heat sneaks up slow shoulder plateau

imagination: seed of history imagination: lonesome irony imagination: godess perfection imagination: source of discontent imagination: territorial notions imagination: dream trash imagination: founding fathers imagination: art worthy imagination: halo owner imagination: streetlamp gazer imagination: dark stars imagination: reality check imagination: eyes closed tightly imagination: across the street blues imagination: holy rollers imagination: out of style imagination: tombstone whistler imagination: anxiety monsters imagination: fantasy prisoner imagination: truth through gauze imagination: literal meanings imagination: laughing pirate imagination: color explosions imagination: possible scenarios imagination: wrecked balance imagination: air brushed maidens imagination: self love imagination: self hate imagination: independent flyers imagination: mind tune-up imagination: wisdom apologizer imagination: inventions imagination: div...

take you apart moment by moment explore the pixeled brain colors too numerous to name colors without names yet pluck out the eyes cameras to the passing scenes don't look at everything at least don't look twice those lips creating all the words air from the lungs gentle and silent dry lips wet tongue shoulders shouldering arms arming butts butting knees kneeing heart and soul polar opposites one spastic, the other smooth a masterpiece of technology a mysterious and supernatural wonder the woman certainly the superior better hearts, better souls the ache they produce masters of man

that jazz bops man like a stereo spider i'll tell you man, like a three tone jail bird silent parts exploding the songs into liquid then getting cold, the ice shattering teeth rock's more primal, screaming and thirsty honey hardly ever breaks the noise, elevation defined withered and rough, the skin of dirty peasants clear, squinting eyes hollowing out the blind lights folk makes me want to walk, walk until my feet hurt man resting by the state park signs and tuning guitars by ear writing history on bar napkins, moist on the edges wadded and pocketed, melody the reluctant foe or click a clock by the dreaded and raggaed sounds going on all night, after all day, never before noon crying for mothers and children and the lost of this world tragic, the daily encounter, sad souls of islands

crackling juicemaker cringing clouds crumbling, clearly in desperation thrashing heartbreaker touching treetops thriving, tearily and sad lonely car racer laughing loudly leaping, luciously and kind sleeping parader struggling stories sharing, suffocating dreams