a french connection

you better connect that french

we’re in for a long night

she said bend and wretch

keep her on if the lips look alright

look out and look up

they’ve got bombs on bombs

look out for the ones

with the honest faces

and the limbs that go numb

you better brace yourself

you asked for a light and a good life

you wore it well

your all days turning into all nights

she looks up from a stiff drink and says to you

“I’ll smoke this bridge if you want me to”

like stars

sometimes he misses the nights spent in bars

he still doesn’t think it would ever go that far

but now he says there’s light out there like stars

brighter than anything you can see from where you are.

some body, some vampire

you’d think he slept for days

that he just hibernates

that he wakes violent in the basement

of the tower of his mistakes

but now its early to bed

and much earlier to rise

from dreams shaped like steam

to cloud the mirrors of his mind

how can he keep from pushing all the comfort away

just get that soot from his eyes where it settles each day

make him get dressed

and paint his cities red

then tell him he has to leave when he says he wants to stay

follow the tracks

she cauterizes and hot-wires

set the earth back on fire

a cheap date and a good liar

clean bones bleached brighter

westward trails can’t stay his hand

break his jaw when it looks like you can

blood on the desert blood in the sand

follow the tracks of beasts in the land

look lonesome like burned down

he’s got it made, his fake shout

and lies to sift over town

desperate for whats been taken out.

something above him like a vulture but worse

held his hands out and caught it like a curse

all at once centuries of thirst

a hundred seems just begging to burst