Pretty Girls Are Pennies By A Dozen

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Pretty girls are pennies by a dozen
Beauty is fickle, you better have more
Please don’t come with the same story
Leave your tired past at the door
Say something to make me feel alive
You’ve always spurned life by chance
One day the clocks will fall upon you
Free yourself, purposefully; not by happenstance

Once Again Fog Hides The City Away

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Once again fog hides the City away

No worries about being burnt by the sun

Another beautiful morning by the Bay

My legs have grown tired, I can no longer run

I need to rest down by the docks

I’m here to start a new life by the coast

No longer shall live life by the clocks

Life in the desert was only tolerable at most

I’m looking for a woman with golden hair

I wish to rest my head where I no longer weep

She said she’d be waiting out there

Will I ever get any of that peaceful sleep

I’m Driving Down By The Beach

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I’m driving down by the beach
Radio tuned to Lana Del Rey
Trying to turn back the clock
Warm, salty air to celebrate the day
Looking for a moment to feel alive
To relive the trappings of youth
Ignoring the aches of aging
To deny the inescapable truth

Perpetual Time Lumbering On

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Perpetual time lumbering on
Your heart beats with each tick of the clock
A tiny desk lamp illuminating the room
Silent door upon no one knocks
Staring off into forgotten lore
Heaters no match for a winter’s night
Sitting removed in only underwear
Repel this world of justified fright
Questioning all the spoken reasons
Unlit candles calling out my name
Clinking together, so I turn my head
Hush, let us not speak about this shame

Chewing On A Whale Bone

  

Chewing on a whale bone

A hero am I to be

Truth to be my own

Risky ventures to the sea

Dying since we were born

Break away from known ways

Take life by the horns

Find your own path home some day

Clocks ticking as we breathe

Do you know what you believe

Stayed Up All Night Trying To Write

  

Stayed up all night trying to write

I still can’t get you out of my head

Sleep didn’t come easy this night

Giving anything to only go to bed

The clock ticks past two & three

Knowing there’s nothing I’m going to find

Off dreaming of nothing, where I want to be

Another scotch to still my racing mind

Fell Out Of Another Sailor Bar

Fell out of another sailor bar

Pacific islands; dripping with sweat

The emotionally desperate & the forever lonely

‘Twas never a more perfectly matched set

A pocketful of money & nothing else to do

Looking for Salvation under the scarce shade

Nothing found but stale tobacco scents

A few more coins to avoid this here blade

A different life at the world’s end

Not used to walking upon the steady rock

Enjoy this time of watched freedom

Best stumble back before the end of the clock

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The Clocks No Longer Melt

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The clocks no longer melt
They tick away with perfect precision
Dreams & imagination steadily tock
She’s indescribable – a pure vision
She’s effortlessly beautiful
I can’t explain her power over me
I allow myself to kneel before her
My everything – the only one I see