those dusty boots
She blew through this town on the way to wonderful and
When she came back, nobody knew who she was
But she was wonderful
Nobody bothered to dust her off
Back then
Her dusty boots
All scratchy and mud caked from that dirty road
That dirty road she walked
Nobody bothered to dust her off
That shiny she was
That shiny they never saw
Cause nobody bothered to dust her off
Nobody bothered cause what’s the point?
What’s the point when she’s always moving
Point A
Point B
Points in between
And unknown
Those points to wonderful
She was always going there
She was always going
She’s the kind of girl that takes the keys out of the ignition while the car is still in drive
Cause she just can’t wait to be there already
She wants to get out and go in already
She wants to be there already
She’s there already
But where are you?
I think you knew she was shiny
Back then
But you never dusted her off
You must have been waiting
For the dust
To settle
Now she’s back from wonderful
All wonderful and shit
The kind of wonderful you can’t not notice
Not now
She went places on that dirty road
Places and places and wonderful places
She learned things on that dirty road
Things and things and wonderful things
Now she knows about the people that live
In those places
And the things that they do
In those places
She knows wonderful things about wonderful people and the wonderful places they live
Wonderful is everywhere but here
Wonderful is everything but mine
Wonderful is everyone but me
But she’s the kind of wonderful that makes you look again
At yourself
She’s the kind of shiny that lights up
Everybody else
That wonderful kind that makes you look
At your own kind of shiny
Makes you look for your own dirty road
Makes you look for
That wonderful kind of you
Cause you’re dusty too.
Followers
Those broken women
With their unfeathered wings
With their messed up hair
And their naked eyes
Those broken women
With their tear stained necks
And their caved in chests
And their crooked legs
Those broken women
That can’t walk down their own road
~
Take me with you
You man you stronger man
Take me with you because I can’t walk on these hay straw legs
These weak wobbly crooked things
These things with no knees
These unbending soft stilts
These worthless
These worthless
These pointless dangling limbs
~
How can she go
How can she leave
Her legs don’t lead
They follow
Follow
Follow
~
She will never see that map
She will never touch that chart
That boundary that benchmark
She will never see the stars
See the sea
See the sky
See the air
See the clouds
See
See
See?
~
Those soft those sad women
With their black eyes and their grey souls
Those women
Those those those
Women
Your Likeness (1999)
Oh wretched matrimonious bird why sang that song to lure
of sweet two-peace and harmony and love’s eternity
eternity has scuffed and worn my dancing slippers dead
broken links, the chains of love lay scattered in my bed
my bed of roses, thorny now and only red with blood
of broken hearted promises and scarlet letter’s flood
floods of fears are soaking through my pillowcases now
blackening stains of vanity, the vain belief that beauty rightly brings love back to me
back to me love cannot bring its song of deafening feather lightness
for muted matrimonious fowl, I’m caged within
your likeness
