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Dust and the Bloom Lyrics


Hold Apollo, don’t pull back the bow

Shake the laurel, dull your last arrow


Last arrival, honey in the wine

Bacchus wild, panther prowls the vine


Beg and borrow, ghost write all you

Moon is hollow, muse the only glow



Hush of Rust

You pulled me in close

Said it only gets better

Your back was bent low

And your face was leather


The leaves so long closed

They’ve forged to the prose

We’re left with dust to fill in the holes


You said the heart doesn’t know

If it feeds the king or the beggar

And to bleed is to show

Our mortal tether


The blooms that froze

Too early to know

The hush of rust

The silence exposed


Before the common voice and screeching noise

Concussed me

I was bold and seeking joy and ever poised

To trust see


The heart doesn’t know

When it’s numbed by the weather

Savor the blow

As it’s thawed from its fetter





Skip the News

Wading through the badges and the news

And the notes of the passing mute parade

We picked one we could use if we choose

To risk it all in one place


I only want to measure up to you

Cut me down to bring me in your view

You keep your sense in your hollowed-out shoes

And you keep a steady pace

Losing breath and saving face


If you don’t like what you see don’t blame your eyes


I’ll yield the floor, for now and evermore

To the drums and disregarded cue

If we can’t tell what we’re marching to

There’s no need to attend the rebuke

Skim the headlines and skip the news


If you don’t like what you see don’t blame your eyes

Or peel back the skin to scrutinize



How Much

I’ll wake when you get up to go

I’ll prop my head up on the window

Feel the nagging in my heart

As you’re dressing in the dark

That I’m on my own


You shuffle your cold feet into shoes

I can see that you’re gonna choose

Just to kiss me on the cheek

When really you should sneak

Back in bed with me


You never really know how much you care

Until you care to know


If the tempest takes your voice as its own

I’ll still call your name till it rings alone

Through the contrast and the stark

The blazing and the dark

Till the last coal glows



Something’s Gonna Give

The flame on the hill

It can’t get much closer

Something’s gonna give


I’ll carve us a bluff

Over sand soft enough

We’ll jump and land safe from the glow


The dam is filled to the brim

One drop it flows over

Something’s gonna give


I’ll build us a skiff

And you and I we’ll drift

Ahead of the flood and the flow


Who wants to know

The foretelling or the toll

That their square wheels won’t roll

That the martyr is crowned the hero

Something’s gonna give, and we gotta go


The dome it shakes to the core

What more for a salvo

Something’s gonna give


I’ll steal us a horse

And you and I we’ll course

Far from the parched charcoal snow


The ground is dust, defies

The myth of the cloudburst

Something’s gonna give

I’ll fork us a branch

Divine and entrance

A river we’ll drink as we row



Substance and Solitude

I’m learning to

Separate the calm from the truth

So much slower this time through

And so much more work to do


Words on the page

Lined up in their foreign cue

They march across to stir my rage

Not the substance but the solitude


The diary

Keeper of these sordid scenes

Its cover pierced with molten lead

Leaving windows to the newly dead


Now you read to me

From my own frightened history

Each page a shadow to pursue

No different than the first time through


So I’ll pardon you

To spare me the memory

That I wrote and now you read to me

I think I’d rather start anew


And the solitude

Permeates this amnesiac mind

A blanket that provides refuge

From a bloody and barbaric time


I’m learning to

Separate the calm from the truth

So much slower this time through

And so much more work to do



Gunpowder and Ladybirds

Perhaps the home fire is long last over stoked

From miles away there’s no mistaking the sting of the smoke


“Fly away home,” the children sing

But the melody betrays the burn it brings


The gunpowder rings the stiff-necked kings to their knees

The house of lords reduced to stones in the charcoal of trees


I’m not breathing hard

Just clearing space

For the smoke and luck to take their place


Born of the blaze, she works alone

Her loom is warped and shedding

The glowing weft she’s treading


Thread from the flames, her burning home

She’s spinning golden laces

To affix the eyes to faces

Fly away home


The recusants amass as one in the fields

The sun is gone and the harvest long

Has born its yield


The torch is on its way

To clear the land, prepare for a new day.


To linger is to combust in colloquy

To run is to resign your own sovereignty


Fly away home the children sing

But the melody betrays the burn it brings


Born of the blaze, she works alone

Her home a glow of embers

The sacrosanct the splendor


Affixed to the shell

The coals are sewn

Black globes of joy and sorrow

On the blood oath of tomorrow

Fly away home.




Caught you staring at

An old picture of yourself

The girl smiling back

She questions you


She asks if my attempts

To keep the promises

That I made to her

Have been true


The bright blue dress

You wore a thousand times

It was handed down

Till threadbare and torn


There’ll always be regret and doubt

And dreams that we forget about

If we could do it all again

I hope you’d find me sitting here

Staring at pictures with you


The newborn pup

Resting in your arms

It died long ago

On the road


How many things

That you held so close

Thought you’d never lose

That are gone


Your tiny feet were bare

Just like your heart

With no callouses

To deflect the thorns


If innocence

If it’s ignorance

I’ll trade my counsel in

And start again


With the sun in your eyes

The shadows in your face

Makes it hard to see

The frame you’ll fall in



Dust Comes to Soon

The forest fans its wings

The dawning comes no more

To the grounded and the legless

Coiled on its floor


The hive has resurrected

In the silence of the night

The swarm, a lone beast

Smothering the light


Mining for light

Core of the moon

Never so bright

A stone has been hewn


Dust comes to soon

Diffuse the sight

The ghost rays are strewn

Minutes respite

From frost on the bloom


When the last has fallen

No one risks a word

Perchance the vow be broken

If simply overheard


The final migration

It’s long since overflown

The exodus entangled

The short-cut overgrown

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