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Simple, But Beautiful

Blue dress, simple but beautiful,

down to the tips of her soft shoes.

Wide brimmed hat, shaded eyes,

a pretty outfit she did not once choose.

The night is wet, just after a late rain,

and it’s so still as Sunday Morning comes.

She hears his car coming up the road,

the bass thumping like timpani drums.

She could run to Alberta prairies with him,

to the place he’s made for them to start anew.

A place quiet, away from a sleeping world,

with pretty flowers sparkling with spring dew.

She could stay in this town that feels is taking

all that she cherished, all that the angels command.

But does this man love her, or is she a dream?

Chose this dress; what else will he always demand?

His car is coming, too fast, too loud, and she sighs.

Will he grow bored, will her grow mean, up in the plains?

The world is the world, wherever you runaway to,

same heartache and tears and emotional strains.

She’ll have to choose, stay or go, run or fight,

go with this man, or find another way to be alive.

The blades of fate cut you skin whichever way you go,

but there must be a way in this darkness to thrive.

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Carolina Coast

There is nothing behind I say, trying to erase it from my thoughts.
There is no where back there I say, trying to make myself clean.
This bus is headed east, to the Carolina Coast and no one I know.
I watch the trees and the winding mountain roads, knowing less.
No good trying to repair the past or replay the choices I made then.
Just reminds you how small you are and what loss has done to you.
Leave those faces and those streets and maybe start again down the road.
Maybe I’ll be a good man and a worthwhile lover in a city by the grey Atlantic Ocean.
I dream of a woman, young and bright, with black hair and bangs, a sweet smile.
I dream of a life where I am the Paladin and Savior I always wanted to be.
I dream and sleep and dream and listen to a baby cry, the mother try to soothe it.
I dream I can start again, make something new, not the same fucking mistakes.
Down the mountain highway, towards a place I don’t know, where I’m not known.
I imagine the sound of surf crashing and the tang of salt in the ocean breeze.
I’ll sit awhile on those sands, and watch the waters churn, white caps astray.
Let her be here. Let me find her. Let me really leave the past behind forever.

Mermaid Queen

Mermaid Queen
Momma, momma,
 come back to me.
 Daddy tells me
 that you are a
 mermaid queen,
 living beneath the
 blue, blue, waves.
 Daddy says
 in the ocean you’ll
 live through all eternity.
 But momma, can’t return
 ever for an afternoon
 to be by my side?
 Momma, hold me in
 the breakers tenderly,
 rock me as the water
 rushes over my head.
 Momma, momma,
 come back to me
 or carry me back
 to the deep kingdom
 you preside over,
 with sitting beside
 your golden throne.
 Momma, momma
 come back from the sea.
 Daddy says

you’re a mermaid queen,

but you’re my momma too,

 come be with me.