wrote the first verse a year ago – just got around to finishing the rest.
wrote this one back in 2013. just getting around to recording some of these. some fun keys in this one. 🙂
This song is about home.
on the westmost point
a series of sheer cliffs rise
unboastfully from the sea,
forming a vantage point
with views that stretch
onward to infinity
and halfway to you.
they visit you, too, don’t they?
these ghastly tremors.
unannounced, threading through
the tendons and tendrils of our
though oft undetected
in the gait of our steps
still, we are rattled to our cores.
a melancholic mélange, of sorts.
how often do i want to feel nothing?
how often, do i wonder?
Wrote this one back in 2012; here’s a simple, rough recording.
these pockets are lined with salt,
scuffed from the tear-stained knuckles
i’ve shoved into them over the many years.
such as it is,
they can never again be made empty.
in retrospect, it was
with an altogether uncanny precision
that explosive charges had been positioned
about the pylons of your affection.
perhaps i played the architect,
fervently engineering such buttresses
as i imagined might withstand
nigh supersonic gusts.
but you, the contractor,
had had other plans in mind.