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"Sleeping in tongues"
Way down under
Where the hurt comes from
In a world undone
Way less alone
Right out of the rogue
In the essential sense
The endless observation
The mercurial sentiments
The very love of Dog
It’s a God’s life
Where the skin crawls
And the ape shakes in the craft shop
Hard of having
Wall eyes
On the shutter bug
All ears on the chain
Sometimes there’s enough for us
Other times, a shame
That rusted flower flare
Sign here and keep the name
Teetering and tethered
Beyond the ballet
Before the balm
The wild card heaven hand
The make believe
The calm and the down chow
Dropped like flies on rye
The erstwhile jive
The freak in a bunch of fiction
Good and
fearless monkey business
God thinned my flesh
Oh the devil of a time
Heaven wept a mighty mess
Love means more when less is best
As close to toast as we can get
Belonging to the ground
Dead and swearing
The savings of a lifetime spent with cheer
Word goes round the garbage can
Come Christmas morning crashing down
One hungry winter to the tee
In Middletown
On a day like tonight
When it’s all gone wrong
I couldn’t write a life to save my song
Granted, strange entries
To the plights of man
In the nude
An over night high
Like a kite this time
Misty do the merry go
The song is not the same
Shimmy on down
These tinted blood water times
In the garden of your deep
In the middle of your mind
Jinx the joint
No one’s Mormon
The cross word shovel
Dig it…
The main ingredient
Some newer shape, some cosmic cap
The melodies mistake
In my head, in her lap
Legend has it all wrapped up
Tee off the tribe
Bring out your love
Symbolic of your nature
Soul over
Roll over slowly
Make way for me
Legend has it tied up shut
Tee off the tribe
Bring out your love
For love is legion
And jalopy
The quarter tone poet
Hops on the poppy
Blind in one ear
He can’t see
What
U
R
Saying
This God of ours
Who makes the lions and the flowers
With the purple rated sleeping death
Lazing in the century chair
And leaning to the left
Well about the time
We make our bed, before our mess
The witchpak poison prunes us all
A lip service way to the wailing wall
Somewhere
Looking out my lower world
Under the uprising
Fixing it up in the mix
New, more mad caps
No more money
A tomb full of tunes
In a room full of runes
It’s alive
A night crawler
In a dog house mood
Kicking that happy ass
A need to exercise the essence
To set the beige in a rage
To love the run
And lead the way
With cursory stoned age rhymes
The corduroy moonshade high
Set way back amazed
For carnival
barker’s shepherd’s pie
Love has got a way with nerves
One that isn’t fit for words
To the whom it may concern
Listen up and down
And learn…
I was makin’ time and listenin’
She had it all
Silver Beatle bells and leopard skin
What about her hair?
What about that silky softing glow?
What about her hands?
What about that soothing ecstacy?
What about her scent?
Could it be that heaven’s just as sweet?
Where in the effect is my answer?
Calamity chainsaw
Candy Jane
No holds barred in the jail house reign
Retard the spark
The matador madness puzzles me
Something about that baboon in the room
The magic draws a cagey bunch
Licorice whipped
The tone Bohemia
On the rocks
Another monkey writes a riff
Centuries old
this silent night
Just so close
And now so cluttered
Right upside the hole of it
The tip ended wind
Burnt
Star crossed eyes
It’s only going to be huge
It’s no wonder
I get a boner for the book
Pick up and peel out
The really rattled rides again
It’s early
And I’m late
Hold your fire
The eye in the cloud
Across the skyline weeping
Severed everywhere
In a town still sleeping
Such likes of madness in the air
Where evil soldier people fare
So ransacked and rushed
It’s one for none
And none for all
Up you go and down we fall
The system’s shot
The words, all wrong
The jester’s home
And the justice, gone
We sit down in
quiet
Love stands for us
We look up in tatters
I guess we’ve missed the magic bus
A flash in the sand
Like a walk in the park bench
We can’t see the forest
From the monkey and the wrench
Thanks for the edge
And the old hat trap
I can tone with the beat
When you tap and you laugh
The endless is the only past
The ever outs of afterblast
To sit with sin and live again
The message isn’t meant to laugh
It’s meant to love…
Hanging in the naked park
The sun inside the song
It’s light enough to make you think
And right enough to make you wrong
A maverick of a pony
Lonely for the lonely
A puppet of a prison
In the land of one and only
The director’s cut of old
Is never good as sin I’m told
Looking up and
down the road
The latitudes and leverages
That’s not solid
That’s just show biz
The bittersweet and sour dreams
They sit so far from in between
She is my Superstar
Moon down and all
I wed the bet below the belt
What million thrills remained that night
The crooked sea of truth ran deep
In the home of the harlot’s highway
Up there in the trees
Fast asleep
In the aft portion
A livid
Wounded
Wingless bird
Comes passing
Swinging some dizzy spirit
Echoes of dark roll on
And what do I do for the doubt?
Saturday windows along
As I water my war long love
The lights uptown are toasty
The flavor of a lifetime
So have your run and sting me
Out for
something special?
On the in for something different?
Even when you’re saving
All your money’s where your mouth went
Homesick home
Sweet nothing
The new night flavor
Turns out a little like a funhouse
All flipped and flattered
When the true blue hits me
I’m on your way
And it’s all right here
The falling frontiers of new press evils
The undersides shine more quickly related
Moment by moment
I wonder where the time went?
Like any other night sedated
A newer moon and no recourse
The sober state is over rated
It happened on the hate field
In the hollow of the harp
Pushing roses through the stone age
Playing poker in the dark
In the savage yo yo pussy park
And somewhere over the rain fell…
Out of your eyes
Very nearly dark
I see you tonight
Whipping the witches heart
I tell you apart
And we land like bats whose hands are black
The fruits are sure this desperate time
Fly by the night for all your life
Blinded by the finer wines
That’s what the fringe is for
Didn’t we adore you?
And your perfumed curfew
Didn’t we adore?
Down under cover
The story goes away
A starry eyed believer
I relate
A joss house jam to jackanapes
To figurines
To rebel eggs in thin machines
And pictures of the dictionary girl
Safe for the long white nightmare
By the light of a t.v. candle
I was coming around the mountain when you came
Dying to draw the line
I hang a picture in your name
On a wall I used to climb
Picking it
upside showlike
In my skin set off to sail
Just a sip from the hip
And she’s a charm on the trail
All day sober to sunday up
And fall for something special
I wanna slip the mouse a mickey
On the rocks
I’m on a roll
The bad news palace car
Driver cracks his whip
As she wishes on a star
With oxen at the wheel
The endless seas of sage
Tone
Like poet
Pitch
Like black
The witchy ways are in my way
Too many holes in the whole
Tapping in the out takes
Where the mood and the mode
Kiss the curse in the face
A long hard road
to hoe
I should have nailed this long ago
If I can get it alone
I can have it alive
A better groove in the end
A bigger way in the night
Little miss maybe next year
How’s about a kiss?
The jester gestures
On a dazed night out
A star bungalow dream guest
In my native rubble
Four star clowns
On for the ride of my life
Maybe in the mess
Of luck and loss again
In the rapture of my wild bleeding
Pushing down on weary skin
At first I thought we missed our meeting
And there you were a second later
And everything was all the greater
Don’t be stuck without a sound
Or a trick to make you quiet
Rocker from the hip
With a grip like a whip
A demon on wheels
She’s Halloween on a stick
In the worst of ways
I miss her crazy…
In the company
Me and my guitar
So subtly still
One more night surprisingly
I peddle the song and move it along
A has been for some time
Cows for music
Shit for brains
Down by the wayside
Pictures of heaven in lay lady skies
Through the looking girl
I spy with my little eye
A champion case
Like sex in space
Mr. Picture meets the popcorn girl
And spins like glory
Up word
Well into vogue with horror
The medicine man makes music
Of all star nowhere circus stunts
And nothing happens
All at once.
Jef Sarver
Christmas Eve 1998
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“Shepherd’s
Pie”
A kiss for all the magic
With a slip of all the tongue
To go for all the goneness
When reaching for the one
To masterpiece the reason
Leaving room for disbelief
Is over all the consequence
And somewhere near defeat
To wonder on the mass appeal
And lose that train of thought
Like something I’m not prone to feel
Is nothing mine but something sought?
From the top of the morning you shine
Fixing a hole in the heart of my mind
Once passed the mercy
I go sailing
Once passed the stars
I’m in your car
I can’t believe the satisfaction
The rude in the raw
In a state of arrest
I wait for the worst
And hope for the best
To the engines of you
A quiet place to go be huge
I mix my cliff notes with the groove
There’s just no business like the booze
And then there was her…
The Nile in her eyes
So anxious to stay
The days of a queen
And the hours between
So long and so little
The Nile in her eyes
The strength in her middle
The sexual in her windows
I’m seein’ stars…
The makeup
bring long the birth
All of this for which I’d die
A hot rod aspirin in the sky
Closer to the night sounds quell
My snowied angel Jezebel
I troll for chum
From whence I’ve come
This love is love
This love is hell
Up in the cup on wings of wisp
The shrill stops short, my silent bliss
She skins my mind alive
She comes without a wind
And goes without a guise
I see…
Witch is the hour for pleasant dreams
Somewhere in the world are we
In the middle of the riddle
Just a little overdue
Oh my aching stars
The easier stranger, dressed in his best
Wiggles his way up the road
Two kinds of weak in the knees
The sunsets in the western world
The city seems to freeze
Making fun for the whole famine
Veteran lover lights align the night just right
In time to make the good ol’ days
A kind of fortune in a way
The city slicks along
As subtle as the lords
Mother’s eyes are sworn to silk
A magpie milk
Devil spoken, bittersweet
The tension isn’t in the street
It’s in the head
Come wash your eyes beside the fire
Where lover’s leap like lunatics
Between the two of us
Our clippered wings and chains of cloes
The sparrow sings
Delicate love fest sounds
And we can laugh like eager clowns
How shady we shine when raised by song
Gypsy hither, lily white
Sacred as a shooting star
Touched by none
But those who are
Mecca made in harmony
Two pictures in a gallery
On the sunny side of a forbidden street
These still life times are tough to beat
High on hope down memory lane
Tossing up for disaster
Filthy for the first time
It’s funny how we fold
Older than the oldest story ever told
A first screen kiss of the silent age
Numbing to nothingness
Who’s favorite color flesh
Sure left the bed a mess
A user of the fringe
A life that’s leaking fast
A prisoner of the pen
My shepherd’s pie at last
My only game in town
The electric subtle taste
Really quite a package
One surrenders…
The other runs away
Autumn days and dances
Laced with grace
Stand in sanction
No more costumes, no more candy
I remember the cold room
Getting in with the old
A little heaven of the night
On the bottom of the road
Stormcock and valentine
The blood well shed
Pansexual sprite
Pounding out her rhythmness
The bell of the brethren
She rings in my ear
In the end of the hour
The tongue can’t come
We travel long and leaning forth
While fractions of our rest
Divorce the pain before the horse
And clamper on into the hills
Where with our dance
We fall afoul
The shortened shapes of sordid lore
Certain, vague and strange
I can draw so near to you
Everytime we change
Damn well done to death
It’s the voodoo
And the vulture
Dancing in a see through dress
With a lion’s share of enemies
The small man gives good God
In a room that speaks in tongues
With a wit a mile wide
A church group dancing with snakes
The gay ninety dangerous type
Hot tin cats got razor rap
And get you where you live
A victim of the venom
In the courses of this noise
I still can not resist
In the darkest of the risk
The sky is pushing in the stars
Come out, come out
Where ever we are
Burning the camel at both ends
Detuned we retire
Out of the tin pan
And into the fire
Forever uneasy…
Jef Sarver
Christmas Eve 1991
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“Ode
to the Cove”
Death rise
Angel eyes
Look me down
To the bone storm
We celebrate the vision bug
I’m crazy for her confidence
Her vague
And pagan overture
Hard
On down in the better night
The good dreams in the wrong
The fight for the impulse
On time in the evening
The broken spirit jingle
In the jungle
The amazing spiral man
Who is that masked guy?
That ghost bone crayola
That naked man of rome
Playing for the goodness
And living out the stone
In this moderation
The sounds around the school
Define the drill
Living in a world of one
A laugh a minute
A mile out
Kept in flesh
This latest version
By far the best
All in an evening
The dusted trail
The camp and the capture
The crystal fall and fracture
All of this for us at once
The sand people over blue Seattle
In the trees of the castle lawn
Born a later model bloomer
Back to the massacre
And through the woods
A legacy of Lugosi’s
Trim and proper
Driven to the brink of extinction
While, what through the ice can be seen?
The Indian man
Waiting in the skin machine
In the pig sty night
An all white cast gives me creeps
Missionary
Like dominion
Were the name but for the must
A tug of love is my love
An active imp
Right off the pulse
The one star city life
Let’s begin the sweep with seed
These t.v. tunnel vision trees
Let’s begin on time
For every moment ever left behind
Twenty years of flavors
For another nine to nowhere
My good clean break
So hazardous to my hell
I bid the cove farewell
I’m still asunder
Stirring in a frenzy
Jef Sarver
3/1/99
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“Straw
Men”
Exude
The eye rhyme in my ear
You are the invention of my amazement
We’ll be as well as a worm
This train has sailed
As a fly on the phone
I wish that you were in my room
My garden of kinder
With rattlesnake and rain horse
To the icon’s bent infinity
And the B movie screams
I follow up the swagger
Taken back into the high
Come on
In your quills
Come on
In your quells
I’m fading
And to black I leave my sordid share
The goat
Like a songbird
Down in an oil slick
Or a hole in time
Where the clock won’t tick
Oh, the death wing wish
Oh the tone broke bone
When the stop strikes shy
And the world goes home
We’re all a garden
of minds
Who ought be growing all the time
The bitter and murky quest
This land of fighting songs
Has found it’s meekness in the man
A fortune south of sound
He’s failed to understand
As I die to live it down
Do show me to the stage
In the middle of the street
With the sleepless
And the straw men
We’re all a garden of minds
Long before it’s late…
Feathered like God’s fingers
Running through our fate
Jef Sarver
1/30/02
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“Selected
Short Poems”
Stretched
into the head rush
My good morrow of gore
An extra special tangible loonie
Pulled apart in fours
Glued to God
Has band…
A funeral march
For the marionettes
And the kid from the country house
Lost in the sticks
One long stay at Headley Grange
And off to Sweden in the dark
A beer money band
With a pocketful of change
Jef Sarver
7/7/99
With option to buy
My cameo exit
I flitter
Like the Main streetlight
Finding face and fumbling
For the inner space
Blood, white and butterfly
Pacing about the groove
With candle bells and books
The night before we bloom
Balls on bobtail song
Laughing all the way
In jest
A moonbird I can dig
All the pretty parts
So often buried in the dark
Jef Sarver
4/27/96
Flywise in the forest
With the pigeons
Or downward, with the mass
Decisions, decisions
The real Mccoy turns copy cat
And leaves the rest to me
I thank my God for smaller favors
My life still seems a luxury
Higher rides are for
the birds
Jef Sarver
10/3/98
It’s a Spielberg night
When the lightning strikes
My beautiful you
By candlelight
From where I sit
The picture sings
My senses blend with everything
The gem so precious
Few will see
The look so hard into the sun
What breaking news
As news will be
In a record book of
worlds
Jef Sarver
5/5/95
My father still
Who blessed my bottom
The fights were so fantastic then
A lowly place to make a man
It’s good to be back home again
Beyond the wood and different grain
We just might be too much the same
My father still
With all his might
I close my eyes and count to ten
Like hide and seek
And sought again
My father’s still
My Dad, my friend…
Look what comes by
way of memory
I’d not thought so shrill a sound
Jef Sarver
2/6/99
With all kinds of time
To stand for a living
Some, Monday night shy
Some, tired of giving
Staring down the upper class
Someone’s brother to the subject
Thought he had it in the bag
Thought he had it licked
The village pet
He plays for the money
Some kinds of fun
Are not worth the mention
Friday night thick
And tired of tension
Hired in, and fired up
With method to the madness
I thought I had it all right here
There’s nothing left
of this…
Jef Sarver
1/14/97
In the leap year of the genius:
Basic to the touch
It comes like song this day
The wind, and you
Who mean so much
When you roll my way
I can taste it on your lips
You take me on the rides
Life is full of different trips
I wanna live with you
Tonight
“Silly ol’ space
bear”
Once upon a big night
Long ago
The thinker was still
Ol’ Tresspassers Will
And his highlander grogg
The windy evening streetlight mass
Tightly tucked away in tune
The little lower middle class
Barking at the moon
And basic to the
touch
It comes like song this night…
Jef Sarver
11/10/98
Soft Ivory mayhem
Black on white
Giving in
On the wild side of things
One of them late night favorite movie talks
Yellowing around the edges
Basement barracks, bottom bunk
Jazzin’ up
And barely breathing
Jef Sarver
8/16/89
Get up,
Put on that big day
Little hollow man
So perfectly asleep
Widdle away, little man
Breathe deep, the bitter parallel
Identity at threefold
Led away from the pack
In the clearance
A sixteenth dream…
No apparent prophet
in real estate
Jef Sarver
6/16/88
A crown upon your troubled brow
Rightly nightly revels
The walk of the invisible
The honor awaits return
Flower the children
Often perfect to near
The rolling oil
sundome rush
In short
The silken royal flush
Behind the lines it means too much
Come race the crunge
Come back to base
We love to lunge
Every waking hour in
the grind
The mystery growing sour on the vine
Come run, or shine
Jef Sarver
1/30/99
The truest tries are in the woods
The source appeal is out the cash
The sacrifice is made to feel
The momentary lapse
A flash
The latest list of things to do
The broken man is on the move
Sacrifice is made to stay
A fever of the
fullest mood
Jef Sarver
10/9/93
In your knowingness
A quiet point of view
Where nothing’s shy
Of nothing new
We meet again
Pliant in the whole
You know
For those who feel
The road is long and winding
The insides show
Before the beep
Jef Sarver
5/17/94
Our sky so mighty
In a shell worth sharing
In the sunshine
Making bells believe
In what they’re singing
The mind needs time to settle in
A trusted heart spells brotherhood
With a whisper loud as thunder
In a backseat masquerade
The evil of a man goes under
Heaven’s hope is the heart’s parade
Done some jungle tribal way
Jef Sarver
2/22/96
Come closer to the star
The shadow dance of trees
Who with the wind, begin their waltz
Into the mystery of the breeze
Night sounds
Are the cricket’s song
A windmill crystal cross like sway
The still endangered arts of faith
Come hither with the
indian
I give you all I have
The sweetest scents I’ve ever known
Along the brave and broken path
No tag back
I have to laugh…
Jef Sarver
10/31/98
I was a vegetable
In a previous fish
I was a samurai
The illustrated karma suit up
With a fault line reservation
Given to the stars
In tear white logic drops
A closer common courtesy
An odyssey of fire
A taste of fallen angels
Their music in my ears
The crime is heavier than metal
Shifting stitches once again
See the satellite show time’s machine
With scores of thorns and western things
Jef Sarver
8/4/90
Silverbird
In your blackened blue
So still, in fear, a mess like this
Is trapped inside a town
Where nothing’s true
But you
Silverbird
On your battered wing
At once, and knowingly
A part so naked
Still you sing
The days and nights
Of your tomorrows
Neath a sweeping song of sorrow
Sweetly deep and go…
Jef Sarver
4/11/00
Few of all the phantoms
In the fashion of the fair
Resume beside the point
Beyond the peak of no repair
I’m pounding out my flower chords
Descendant of the stone
The one who scribes the sacred side
Is hard to make alone
The candle’s in the
corner now
No circle here exists
But we’ll be sure to sleep somehow
Come lay with me
Let’s play with this
She hammers on the
glockenspiel
The songs I love to twist
Slam down dirty and dive
In the was
Machine town’s comin’ alive
Like it does
I sacrifice the silhouette
To see you through the chill
Jef Sarver
9/5/98
No more freedom, no more place
When the smile falls off your face
And flies off into space
Swift as justice comes alive
I’m in your window getting high
Come out tonight…
If Scarlet’s wisecrack took the prize
It wasn’t long before she died
But how she tried
We are rags Mr. Richards
Thunder people hear the sound
The west was won for all
And all for one we shoot it down
We are rags most completely
Passing seed and passing pasture
With no regrets before disaster
And getting through
I came unglued
Measuring up to snuff like you
Jef Sarver
9/26/97
Four winds
Poor winds of change
Come away from a world in pain
Do right
All night again
Close your eyes and count to ten
Glow on
Goin’ on down to the mission well
So long easy on gone
Glow on
Goin’ on down where the time won’t tell
And it won’t be long
Rise out
The rivers own
Let them write your name in stone
Get in visions
You gotta read the red
Mother Nature, I’m in over, absolutely my head
Down to the mission well
So long easy on gone
Glow on
Goin’ on down where the time won’t tell
And it won’t be long
Jef Sarver
9/4/91
We rode the dawn on down
And heard the April mayday dream
Just how still the chill is home
In the sand’s of time’s menagerie
No more condos, no more tents
I met you somewhere in the sea
Etched in the flesh
of the Iron Road…
Jef Sarver
10/6/00
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“Selected
Songs”
Raindrop Clock
I had a dream
In a moment or two
I’ll be around, looking for you
There’s a raindrop clock
On the music box
And on the mantle piece
A pie in the sky
From a bed by the window
You know I hear the wind blowin’
Good for me tonight
It’s good to be alive
The creature found a red balloon
And locked himself inside his room
And Daisy did her daisy chains
Just like sister Jane explains
The day the circus came to stay she changed
In a crooked house
By a brook somewhere
In a city by the freak
All the world was there
The noise of her name
In the fields of fray
Where the lonely look the other way
Till she comes around behind the moon
Liking to touch too much too soon
With a bottle of wisdom’s best
She said “ Forget the rest ”
“ Forget the rest “
And I’m watching all
the time
You don’t even need to know you’re mine
Jef Sarver
1/14/96
Summerland
The Summerland’s
sweet like pumpkin wine
Bitterin’ down the northwind song
The Wickerman knows it’s a matter of time
Home is where the heart’s ablaze
Wrapped up tight in thatch and twine
For long away from here we go
And far enough to say farewell
The Wickerman sang for the sun this time
The Summerland’s goin’ to hell
For long is why the candle burns
And how is where the west was one
The Summerland knows
The Wickerman’s time has come
Jef Sarver
10/9/99
You are in my love
You are in my love
Sweet as whiskey, the morning mist
You are in my way
You are in my love
Ever in my pantomime
You are in my head
You are in my love
When vice as virtue’s run to seed
You are in my life
You are in my love
Even when the sound checks bounce
You are in my dreams
You are in my love
Sister strange, let it rain on me
You are in my heart
You are in my love
Bad, naughty, lama girl
You are in my arms
You are in my love
And just so hippy when you’re wet
You are in my song
You are in my love
Me and you and Nosferatu
You are in my all
Jef Sarver
11/14/98
Shadows and Islands
Kings and queens
don’t grow on trees
And nothing comes too naturally
She’s still my lady when she leaves
Despite the grands of gray
In search of
Sure things
Like silence
Shadows and Islands
When we go lusting
after life
This whole machine can take all night
It’s so routine before it’s time
I told you once, when you were mine
It’s your thing
Like silence
Shadows and Islands
Jef Sarver
7/5/95
Evil eyes are
everywhere
Tell me
Why the wise men seem to leave alone
While the martians lead the way
When all the missionaries sing to each his own
We’ve assembled to pretend it’s all o.k.
Sweet Mother Mildred
Never came to see the lights of things
Let’s just get a tree this Halloween
Sweet release and idle joy’s
Are all on top of your affairs
As you go winding down the stairs
Evil eyes are everywhere
Jef Sarver
10/15/99
Lethal Doses
She took the knife
Her love was wrenched
Beside the fire a golden light
Life was rich, and life was tense
And laced with gold in whole design
The more she knew, the less she tried
Her faint was loud, and shook she cried
But no
The torture’s ragged here
And nothing short of you too fear but fear
Tortured, ragged, lethal doses
Tainted, timeless
Holy Moses, Holy Moses
She took the gun
And doused the light
Love is lorn in shadowed springs
As if to laugh and dance and sing
Upon the wall, like pretty things
I missed the way it all went down
I’m not surprised she ain’t around
But no
The torture’s ragged here
And nothing short of you too fear but fear
Busted, driftin’, locked down, bleedin’
Barefoot, freezin’, lethal doses
Holy Moses, Holy Moses
Jef Sarver
8/25/98
Prelude
I believe in the
spirit of things
You were down in the dark at your best
You tested the time
And the light made you blind
When the sun sat down on the west
It’s a miracle or maybe it’s a mad mad world
When the monkey mans a matter of time
And wonders with a worry
In a hurry to the finish line
So far up the road
So good so low we go
It’s a wicked windy ride
Through bloodshot nights, we’ve come to know
We’re hand made slaves to slave
The Fleet Street signs along the way
Say…
It smells like rain on my parade
Cooked to a crisp, and killed by the kiss
Good years go by tonight like this
Jef Sarver
10/31/94
Punch drunk gypsy
Among the hyacinth
and yore
We sit where we can see
A little more’s all right with me
And when I wish that you could fly
I guess I’m just afraid
Of seein’ you on your way
Sometimes painful’s so serene
Surreal for real, in love’s machine
Open up in there it’s me
Punch drunk gypsy
We vamp and tramp alike
Too many days away are weird
Can’t stand not havin’ you here
Could it be too good to go?
I guess I’m just afraid
Of seein’ you on your way
And I’ll drink to you tonight
I’ll see you soon when I’m asleep
Open up in there it’s me
Punch drunk gypsy
Sometime ago, you turned your back
Now everything is out of whack
It don’t take much to get you down
I kiss your feet when I’m asleep
And I can’t practice what you preach
You just keep me comin’ round
Jef Sarver
2/10/96
Seldom in the sun
Shine clever with
your word
The diamond of your eye
I whisper in your ear
You lose me with a sigh
I’m seldom in the sun
And you’re magic on the run
And mystic if you were, I fear
You’d stand right there, and I’ll stand right here
I’m personal
And perfectly public
I’m seldom in the sun
I’m personal
And perfectly public
Number…
Everyone in town is
down
All around the world
So lights out ladies with mystery
I’m sleeping with my girl
In cursive circus pages, she’s outrageous
We go jivin’, twistin’
Where the ghost is clear
And just one Christ away from here
I’m personal
And perfectly public
I’m seldom in the sun
I’m personal
And perfectly public
Number…
Jef Sarver
3/20/92
Standard Sighs
Days in the chamber,
an offset to thought
Thin the man for the vision involved
No surrender for those who have naught
Scarlet letters and carpet’s plough
Sigh your standard
sighs
Dry your blackened eyes
Somewhere
everything’s already done
Quite surprisingly so
I believe in the best I can do
Let it grow, and let it go
Sigh your standard
sighs
Dry your blackened eyes
Jef Sarver
4/20/99
Orange (a lament)
October winds are
rollin’ in
The boneyard neath the weeping willow tree
It’s time to get your pumpkins out again
What you wanna be this halloween?
The scarecrow’s on the porch outside the door
Thinkin’ he ain’t workin’ here no more
The hangman’s in the hollow readin’ minds
Dressed up in the dance of dervishes
Where lovers paint their faces all the time
The clock strikes twelve and everybody’s dead
The devil sits in church, you best believe
Hits you where it hurts All Hallow’s Eve
It’s always been my favorite time of year
I’m settin’ up the yard for all to see
And so the witching hour’s almost here
What you wanna be this Halloween?
Jef Sarver
10/23/99
To be continued…
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