out of the ashes

death it is a burnin' thing
and it makes an empty ring
i fought hard but it fought harder
now it squirms through me
oh my mighty god oh my mighty god
in my eyes are my eyes dotted in line or should I change
rearrange my mind
does it matter...
it's my soul darling, soul sweet soul, darling
step
   down
      from
the shallow ground
from
     the
leaps and bounds
all
   the
little
  sights and sounds
that twist
 around
in
our
  minds
O
 holy ghost
racecar
   smash
no toast
 no jam
except in traffic
slam

can be fat on ham
britches
pulled
tight 
squeezing
     insides
    out
pass the lamb


pass
the
hand
last man stands
with grief and waves of grain
sometimes it's good to look at the things we say
stay fresh new products oh they can shine
make playgrounds for idle minds
watch so much
just might go blind
sat so much I am all behind
implied gratifiti gradually naturally
dark shades on bitter face
grown old and browned out
born again but beat down
street clown miming insignificance
handing out air animals that float
strain light like carnival glass
pass the crayon

Oh lord I've got healing to do
the same function, reduction, discretion

expression at the microphone session
side steps of tension