December 2004

I started working on this a couple of months ago and hit a block. This morning I looked at it again and decided I’d just let it stand the way it is. Not even sure of a title.

second song in the player

mp3–>> http://johnford.net/music/mp3/secondarywimp/wimpy.php

lovin’ you

is sweepin leaves

on a windy day

every time I get close to you

it all gets blown away

I waited half a lifetime

to find someone so true

but sometimes a dream’s

further out of reach

when it’s standing

right in front of you

honey, people don’t last forever

they pass right out of view

but if you stand around this world long enough

someone can make a believer

even out of you

darlin’ you

burn the ice

right off my heart

on the coldest day in the deep of night

you fire up the dark

but it’s world of apprehension

and more fears

than the falling snow

and an ocean of tears

with more broken hearts

than anyone could ever know

honey, I can’t wait forever

pretty soon I’ll be passin through

but if you stand next to me long enough

I believe I can make a believer

even out of you

all it ever got me was wrong

goodbye’s to old friends

stoppin’ somewhere along the way

your hair intoxicates me

drivin an eighteen wheeler with a six pack in the back

you got the biggest brown eyes i’ve ever seen

a shot and a beer

as soon as you think about it, it’s already gone

one phone call can change your life

every man needs an angel

i don’t care what no one says

he’s been here since yesterday

with a bucketful of songs

there is no one to see when my tears fall

times are tough everywhere

movin’ to the end of the bar

take down the flags, it’s judgement day

adventures in drugs and baby-sitting

the transfer of heat

smoothing out the corners

some people can’t help what they’ve become

the loneome pussycat, waits

alone in the dark

for the sound of the door

for his small heart to start

he cries for a crumb

but pains for the touch

for someone to pledge

‘i love you so much’

the tail curves the leg

the leg begs the lap

the engine starts running

in the bend of the back

‘will you call out my name

will you be here for me’

yet still i contend

it’s the dish that i see

all day i have waited

alone i have sat

just to pretend i am not

a lonesome pussycat

I’m not sure this will ever “get better” or reach fruition. For now I’ll have to live with it. Music, maybe to come.

mp3–>> http://johnford.net/music/mp3/secondarywimp/wimpy.php

The new statue had fallen

south under deep el-em’

where dead men carved

their names with a knife

in this dust red brick building

alone roberts’ stone memory

lemon’s licks

ricoshet in twilight

tonight kids beat their trumpets

with the tourists and junkies

and I’m here, alone

listening to ghosts

steel wheels down in memphis

I’m the package you sent us

liquor stores

and the church, begs to steal

a pyramid dream

burns bridges between

the mud streaming

down sewers on Beale

as dawn I prayed to the man

with a stone horn in hand

while I dreamed

I was listening to ghosts

I’m still listening to ghosts

living in their lost notes

pouring blue

from a home in the night

play the one that rings dark

it’s so close to my heart

I one heard it

while listening to ghosts

in this beat hotel room

where love flirts with doom

praising curves

and the aching of wires

the lines etched in your face

light the shadows that trace

a night

born of lovers and liers

I’m living through you

but I never knew

in the end

I’d be singing to ghosts

I’m still listening to ghosts

living in their lost notes

running blue

from a home in the night

play the one that rings dark

it’s so close to my heart

I once heard it

while listening to ghosts

Standing outside tonight I saw a pterodactyl. Well in reality it was undoubtedly some kind of a large foul. As I watched the silvery clouds, lit from the killer moon, this beast was honking through the black space hanging under the overcast. For a moment I was sure it was a goose. The damn thing was honking like a Canadian goose. But once the silhouette cleared, it was apparent it was a pterodactyl. Who the hell would know. Probably slipped through a rip in time, and as fate would have it, the leathery sky swimmer will probably get hit and killed by a 1977 green Pinto. Actually, the pinto has met a fate equal to that of the pterodactyl. When’s the last time you saw one? In truth, there’s probably more of a chance of the pinto slipping through a rip in time and being crushed by a brontosaurus. Would serve him right. Just think of the irony: A fossil fuel consuming hung of iron, flattened by its own food source.