Wilson Marks

Language will be trampled by the horse that she rode in on

This moment is momentous The occasion is occasional

The stupor is stupendous Remarks they are remarkable

Language will be trampled by the horse that she rode in on

Sentences are sent less Adorable is out the door

The acronyms will eat their larger brothers Til one day we won’t speak no more

Language will be trampled by the horse that she rode in

A Thousand Mondays

This is the way we roll – lemming-like in a line

We make it to work on time – for a thousand Mondays

The arteries of the beast

even digits heading east

with odd pathways to it’s mouth

A Thousand Mondays

Upsize – capsize – business is fine

Break lights are towing the company line

This is not the dream your momma sold you when you was ten

The office is like a hive – cubicles honeycombed

But you’ve left the sweetest things at home

For a thousand Mondays

That a billion years of genes

Could culiminate in this

Where we sit before flashing screens

When once there were just days

Upsize – capsize – business is fine

Break lights are towing the company line

This is not the dream your momma sold you when you was ten

So this is the way we roll – lemming-like in a line

We make it to work on time – for a thousand Mondays

Amerika

Always in the backseat and drinking up the medicine

Amerika

Put your finger on the trigger and tweet about the mess we’re in

Amerika

But I remember you – shiny as the days are long

Youth lends a hue –but now I’m wondering where the color’s gone

Now I’m in the backseat and drinking up the medicine

with Amerika

Duct Tape and Chewing Gum

Duct tape and chewing gum is all that keeps this ship afloat

This ship is not what it was – what it was

But split-seamed, holding court – holding on while letting go

Today’s about pulling off the gloves

Bodies tend to break down the way I fall to pieces

Where do new beginnings start

When the past can always reach us?

There’s an architect of longing in every situation

Spring is always call.  Some birds are always in migration

Duct tape and chewing gum is all that keeps this ship afloat

This ship is not what it was – what it was

But split-seamed, holding court – holding on while letting go

Today’s about pulling off the gloves

Feckless

When I was a young man I was feckless and a child

Now after being wreckless I second guess each smile

Can’t let nobody get a hold on me

No one’s gonna enter a door that isn’t open

And if you shutter up the windows

How can you let hope in

Proof of Land Mines

There is no ignoring what’s in front of you

When your eyes and your heart, they collide

And funneling for truths in these present times

Is tunneling for proof that there’s land mines

There is no denying what is behind you

There are ghosts if you dare to tune in

Reaching out for you in your happiness

And blossoming into a distracted mess

There is no destroying what is under you

History’s for the victor to write

Waltz Until We Break the Seams 
  
The sky is choked with stars that we can’t see 
They’ll all burn out eventually 
And sometimes the light that hits our eyes 
it’s long since ceased to shine 
long since ceased to shine 
  
The moon she is a map – I’ve traced her lines 
And I’ve followed breezes through the pines 
And I have walked with a trajectory 
As sinuous as an old hornbeam 
  
Hopped upon a train to Colorado 
The folly of a boy it seems is just to dream 
  
My Ruby, she’s a pearl – look how she shines 
She warms me like a barley wine 
And when we’re dancing slow and I’m out of time 
Her hand is soft in mine 
  
I don’t want to hear a tarantella 
Let’s waltz until we break the seams of all our dreams 
  
After I am gone – will those stars still shine? 
Once this mortal fabric has untwined 
Know sometimes the light that hits our eyes 
Has long since ceased to shine 
  
I don’t want to hear a tarantella 
Let’s waltz until we break the seams of all our dreams 
  
This Morning I Almost Lost the War 
  
This morning I almost lost the war before I got out of bed 
With worries running through my head 
About tick tock tick tock time keeps slipping 
Tick tock tick tock blood is dripping 
  
This list is longer than my arm – and the bank account’s in red 
The spider’s tangled in his thread 
Now it’s tick tock tick tock time keeps slipping 
Tick tock tick tock blood is dripping 
  
You were gorgeous and young I was a fool number one 
Hormones and pheromones bounced in their receptors homes 
We flew at each other – thought we were busy 
You ran to your mother – you ran from the city 
And I cling to you now as I clung to you then 
A ruddlerless ship with a prow at both ends 
I cling to you now as I clung to you then 
A ruddlerless ship with a prow at both ends 
  
This morning I almost lost the war thinking about the fight we had last night 
The munitions they hold up alright- but darling I don’t want to fight 
The munitions they hold up alright- but darling I don’t want 
Tick Tock… 
  
This morning I almost lost the war before I got out of bed 
With worries running through my head 
  
Wheels 
  
Even if you wanted me part of me would not believe 
The trust is all a tatter 
Desire is a two way street a stone’s throw from where those brass bands beat 
The bloody heart of the matter 
I danced with you long after the wheels came off 
And part of me will dance forever still 
I’ve been juggling and reading the Brothers Karamazov 
And I take my little pills 
  
The light at the end of the tunnel is a train 
I hum along with it’s sweet refrain 
Tonight my mouth is a funnel- I pour it in 
I pour it in and feel the same 
And these days when everything’s broken 
except the smiles upon my childrens’ face 
I don’t know the steps to this dance that we’re doing 
My two left feet are out of place 
  
How does one rehearse for the Apocalypse? 
In one large draught or in little sips 
Where in this dance that we’re doing 
Everyone slips 
  
I danced with you long after the wheels came off 
And part of me will dance forever still 
I’ve been juggling and reading the Brothers Karamazov 
And I take my little pills – take my little pills 
it’s a bitter little pill I’m swallowing it still 
  
  
Motherboard 
  
Login timed out from this Motherboard 
Make haste take flight for vaccum 
Once green – now rot – her marrow gone 
And she once were a paragon 
And now a pyre for burning 
  
Be Awake within Your Dreaming 
  
There’s a room at the top of the stairs 
Where the girl’s unhinged as a broke-leg mare 
And she waits for the sounds of my footfalls there 
  
Her dress is as green as her eyes 
Almost green as she when I first arrived 
With my valise full and my velvet lies 
  
Be forgiven – Be life fleeting – be awake inside your dreaming 
And pin those dreams upon the ghosts of chance and scheming 
  
We don’t always get a goodbye 
And it isn’t the how but the goddamn why 
That interrupts my quiet night 
I can still see you when I close my eyes 
  
Be forgiven – Be life fleeting – be awake inside your dreaming 
Pin those dreams upon the ghosts of chance and scheming 
  
There’s parts of us after we’ve gone 
Lodged in the hearts we’ve loved and the ones we’ve wronged 
And their contours merge till they form a song 
And the song doesn’t stop when our tongues are gone 
  
Be forgiven – Be life fleeting – be awake inside your dreaming 
Pin those dreams upon the ghosts of chance and scheming 
Now you’re being 
  
Nefarious 
  
Piecemeal, wholesale, memories of the past 
Preserved in pictures of the camera 
and the angle of the lens 
trade them, splay them, distort or rearrange them 
till they form the path that brings you back to me my dear 
  
Nefarious twists, that don’t exist – 
I put the blame all upon them 
Darling what I’d endure – to be back when you were my problem 
  
Though tempting to stay and to remain 
In this crumbling house here on memory lane 
Where to be fair to you 
I was your problem too 
  
Napoleons all have opinions and want to expand dominions 
I don’t lump myself in with them 
I just wanna slip to when my name was on your lips 
  
Addictive as skag or a jellyroll rag 
That poisons my brain far in the back 
I’m contented but blue 
Here dreaming of you my problem 
  
Happiness’ shelf life is ‘til 
Love’s sweet meat turns to gristle 
What’s a stamen without a pistil? 
It’s a fish upon a bike take a hike 
  
What a puzzle stars are – with their long ago light 
I try to connect those dots well into the night 
What a puzzle we are – former near, current far 
A Copernican view, with the axis askew 
but with those stars by my side 
I’ll just smile and confide 
I can’t solve them 

Unringing 
  
You can’t unring a bell but you can unring a finger 
You put hers on – while letting mine linger 
Now the bottom’s dropped out and the ceiling is gone 
I’m looking ahead and the shadows are long 
Cause the sun’s going down and I’m scaling these walls 
They’re made up of songs – and I sing along, I sing along 
But I sing alone 
They say it’s darkest in the birth canal 
  
I’ve been losing the race and going through paces 
we are all marks and time she erases 
The letter you wrote, you’re still in my dreams 
I tore the green dots from all of my things 
I’m trying to own the part that I’ve played 
In the hand I’ve been dealt but can’t throw away 
You can’t throw away my love 
  
They say it’s darkest in the birth canal 
  
Tiptoes and Tenterhooks 
  
There is a pink dot stuck upon my heart 
I think there’s a green one somewhere on yours 
If there’s forgiveness somewhere within us 
We’ll win this game if no one keeps score 
  
What can I say to the woman who has the other part of your heart? 
There are no words to say or to catalogue quite exactly how I’m falling apart 
I’m on tiptoes tenterhooks eggshells and farewells now 
tiptoes tenterhooks eggshells and farewells 
  
Though I am not seeing clearly somehow I still need you near me 
But the source can’t be the solution 
Unless the source but be the solution 
  
I could write a note and stick it in her mouth 
So she couldn’t kiss you any more 
It ain’t right to stay and I can’t believe 
Your heart is halfway out the door 
  
I’m on tiptoes tenterhooks eggshells and farewells now 
tiptoes tenterhooks eggshells and farewells 
  
It’s a problem this confusion 
Pushing fission but pulling for fusion 
When the source can’t be the solution 
  
What can I say to the woman who has the other part of your heart 
There are no words to say or to catalogue 
quite exactly how I’m falling apart 
it’s all tiptoes tenterhooks eggshells and farewells 
and the source can’t be the solution 
  
Christopher and Theresa 
  
Well you barged on in to the New Orleans port 
Not in the swagger of a sailor but in the body of a boat 
After you floated down the mighty Mississip 
From the St. Louis mill where your leaves were stripped 
  
And what was built for weathering the muddy waters where the soil was born 
Was rent and reassembled now resembles many’s lives after the storm 
  
You’ve seen many tricks betwixt now and then 
Heard the lonesome horn a sounding after the parade ends 
But now the black suits march while the blue tarps fade 
Like the arrogance of man in the bed he’s made 
And I don’t wonder what our lives would be if we had stayed               
  
Christopher and Theresa on a holiday from heaven’s sounds 
Harp is sweet but it can’t compete with the brass bands down in the drowning town 
The brass bands down in the drowning town 
  
Some may claim no evolution but look how efficient they’ve become 
Countless ways that they kill each other 
Let’s take a walk past St. Louis One 
Let’s grab a pint and look what man has done 
  
With brightly painted faces walking hand in hand 
On a break from contemplation up above 
It’s hard to know your place upon these shifting sands 
Where the greatest of these is push and shove 
  
Absolute ain’t absolution – ask that poor man over there 
Helpless against the beast he’s feeding 
The chimera in his living room chair 
He can’t make believe that it isn’t there 
  
With brightly painted faces walking hand in hand 
On a break from contemplation up above 
It’s hard to know your place upon these shifting sands 
Where the greatest of these is push and shove 
  
Christopher and Theresa on a holiday from heaven’s sounds 
Gabriel’s sweet but he can’t compete with the brass bands down in the drowning town 
The brass bands down in the drowning town 
  
I Hope the Healing Has Begun 
  
You can rationalize with irrational lies 
Retrospection is often forgiving 
The train whistle blows – now it’s just a stone’s throw 
From the house in which we were living 
  
And I’m taking my time all alone with the wine 
And the dining is often for one 
  
And I hope the healing has begun 
  
I loved you back then and I’m loving you still 
The heart is not one to take orders 
I know this is true because yours took you from me 
Far across the navigable borders 
And it pains me each time – your voice on the line 
But I’m learning to bite my tongue 
And I hope the healing has begun 
  
Shotgun houses built of bargewood 
Cobbled long ago were made to weather this 
Cleave together in the storm and somehow still maintain 
All their togetherness 
  
In seeking the warmth and the light it is seen 
Plants and people they often grow strangely 
When right hand leaves left all alone and bereft 
Each new moon screams “The sun has estranged me.” 
What remains to be seen may already be there 
Though the earth eclipse the sun 
  
So I hope the healing has begun 

I hope the healing has begun