It’s an odd sort of news to find laying on the doorstep “New life coming soon dedication expected Punnet right unknown” you’re left with an excited fear, A shaking look to the empty sun, knowing your sky will have stars oh so soon.

The fear will set in first you don’t have the money don’t have the space don’t know the last thing about trails of crumbs or playrooms. Hope will blemish its smart eyes and you will see the empty sun, the stars rising behind it, one assured in your sky soon.

You will wonder. The other half. The right. Where it went, it is beyond that empty sun. And oh you will wonder till you die. It’s the nature of that cruel thing, to leave to wondering but you will forget in moments your eyes locked on that little star.

The road under that empty sun is a terrible thing. You will never pass it now.

But what a joy to walk in the blistering rays.

What a joy to see some wonder.

i knew only nothing on the day i was born i rolled in the snow and drank the nectar and i think i was clean when i woke up fog deeper in my head than the first owners of this are deep in the landfills i knew nothing a clean and empty slate had i found a hand i would’ve held it i smiled before the second eye opened and i knew the world and my sister I didn’t, of course find a hand there with me I found the same old cogs from when I closed my eyes rusted as the old yellow skillet I did what my sister told me walked around in the snow with a sweater and a drink

all I got was bored I tried what she did, instead I tried blaming the men who live in the cogs but they had no knives I couldn’t hate them I don’t how my sister stays so angry so in love so full all the time I know the world as I know her all I got was bored She knows You and I think I know only nothing

There is an instant Millennia after the eye Sweeps your wretched form Where the pink moonlight You missed in Tennessee Seems to rip through clouds

Where you forget On a second, Deeper layer, The lies you gave And the light burns Your dying skin away

But the clouds return In their due time They gather like the vultures Over your sister’s carcass And you are lost in their Embrace again Forgetting light In the throbbing Blinding Curtains Of their ease

The stars will take you someday As the savior you prayed for Not the fire you’ve felt And they will save you from The winding walls of quivering Mud-drenched skin That encase your days

Let fog and paper and your father be your northern blaze

Oh Well there’s Flowers in the winter time A a cold breeze in late June My darling ain’t some glitzy queen But she sure knows how to move Yes an’ we ran away from Lafayette Dreaming of Desolation Row But telephones and graduation gowns Greeted us wherever we’d go So run me down And let me remember The things that hunt me now As I run

It’s been nine months now, since I left Houston Three since I hit Baltimore I know the rose of San Antoine Don’t know me anymore And the shining star of Corpus Christi She’s been dead for years So run me down And let me remember The things that hunt me now As I run

We were sitting on the emerald hills You weren’t asking a thing I hoped that your mind was there As I palmed my ring But you were running, just like me A hidin’ from your truth So run me down And let me remember The things that hunt me now As I run

Their skin against your skin The fruit between your teeth Forget about suits and ties Buried deep underneath You be reduced nothing Fusing with their flesh An instant to eternity Where you forget to rest

The juice is on your chin now You’re screaming for the band And you feel you’d do anything Slaughter at their command The moment of communion Draws venom from your slack jaws An instant to eternity Before it gives it back

You’ll mourn it when you’re done Lying broken in the dirt Blame your sins on alcohol Or boredom it won’t hurt You’ll kneel upon your knees Just looking for your hat But it’s an instant to eternity Before you think of that

There is a writhing tendril Of frying oil ‘gainst the sky It is wrapping ‘round your arms it seems Ain’t it so easy to die? To bite upon the little-death And hide inside the dreams Spoon-fed to you as minnow chum By paper in its reams Learn to love your mother And com-mu-ni-ty Forget how the organs sound Against the last tree

But nothing

In your everything

Will get you nowhere

There is a fog in the valley ‘Twixt Hellenic slopes Wherein you lost your fear As the skylark fled Away from the sickening waters And sludge Of your saccharine prison

You walk to the fog Of their endless blood Knowing the sheer drop Is within it The worst is yet to come O stranger kin Yet stones mustn’t roll alone For fog draws down When the rolling stops

Within fog you see your joy And I can see it to But fog I had And fog we’ll have And fearless fog Of loving arms Like curtains under Blinding starlight Draws back in time And stones must roll ‘Till Olympus ends

Roll oh soar oh eagle For skylarks and stones Are tied to the Earth Condemned to solitude Seeking for their guide No man but the sky For they have learned Not to trust The fog that hides the fall

Remember then Back in ‘09 When the Brothers came to town? And told us ‘bout The hungry crowds And showing them your doubt They told us not To run away If we weren’t running to I sat and dwelled You ran away You dance with Madeline

Now you see You’ve been running Since the days when I still knew you When you still had me And her and us To come to when you fell But you ran that night You ran from us You ran away not to You called a crowd You told them nothing Now who’s left to trust?

There’s a golden chandelier that rests Above the old man’s body On twenty-first Where lovers waltz Above the place he died Nobody came To take him away ‘Till they knocked the building down So he’s resting In the dirt Where the chandelier spins round

There’s a storm in a teacup ‘Cause you’re saying goodbye And you don’t understand yet What it means to fly

There’s a storm in a teacup And the money’s on the wall Just waiting for you to take it If you’d just stop your fall

There’s a storm in a teacup That he was drinking at the bar You’re saying he might be the one Even if you barely know him

There’s a storm in a teacup The kid was holding as he died They think revelation’s coming As soon as he lies

There’s a storm in a teacup It’s bubbling out the top It’s flowing from the river It’s pouring out your mouth It’s beyond you know If you even ever felt it ‘Cause you mess up With every held You’re dealt with Dealers telling you to try another game But you’re obsessed with imagined profanes

There’s a storm in a teacup And it takes the form of fog That covers eyes And smothers mouths And fills the ears with lies

There’s a storm in a teacup That you will soon forget For what you’re sure , is sure to pass It hasn’t happened yet

Look away kid Look away There’s a storm in a teacup every day And if you’re not ready To drink it down Well sink or swim friend ‘Till you’re grown