No sound
Could crack this barrier
I never let him into my world
Somewhere between the divided
Segments of the corporate ladder
I gave up on him

An artist weeps
In her tea
As the dark in the black
Is coming after me
This is supposed to be an adventure
We are a common disaster
Misunderstandings
My pie is burning
Helen Keller’s ghost
Passes through my kitchen

I don’t know where she went
She knew too little
I gave up on her
Somewhere between the Christmas calls
And the garage sale
An artist decides where
She will die
The forest on the screen is likely to be
Fresher than the meal I’m cooking

This was all a dream
Inside the dream was Buddha
He was playing cards
God dealt him a king
Jesus said nothing
There was a kid with a gun
The Goddesses were laughing
As the kid shot water down their lungs
It was supposed to be fun
There is a catalyst
To choke
To hug
Helen warned us
But never broke it down low

Between getting back together and
The long distance
Was a fantasy I lived in
The trip was timing
My hands were asking me
What I was doing
Trouble was near
And I leapt into the fire
I just fucking leapt into the fire
I just…

Believed in something
I couldn’t share with you

The catalyst is coming
We will soon retreat
It is time to catch my breath
My breath is catching up to time
Remember Zion?
The place you chose to die?
The three women, the rope,
The squirrel were all holding my eye
Coming down the mountain
Never felt so high

A poet, a writer, a teacher
In a suitcase of a thousand preachers
Taking turns excusing the secret
Patiently watching
The unconscious crossing of herds
Only then did I begin to morph into
The meaning of my words

So good was God for the ride
For the funny gorilla nights
This is how the artist came to understand
That one cannot paint goodbye