lyrics
All went still.
Dandelion, halo seeds
dot the lawn like prayer beads.
When the sun goes down,
half moon
hangs above the Arch.
Mississippi
floods the park.
Mind is a mess.
Will I ever possess, again,
the joy of
rest? Again,
she tugs on
comforters and sheets.
A formless heap
in the dark.
To keep her roots warm,
mulch and soil to fuck her in,
I am cold clay again.
Down the hall,
Shadows march the windowsill –
grey plant pot parade.
By candle flame,
the wick frays
and curls into a question mark:
“Are you OK?”
Attention walks away.
The couch beckoning.
I dream
us a sunrise walk.
By Silver Creek
flies a flock
up from the trees.
And like leaves, these branches start falling
so dangerous.
We bolt toward
a clearing in the woods.
Tangle of roots
catches my foot.
I fall to the ground.
Mulch and soil to tuck me in,
I am cold clay again.
And all went still.
Shadows march the windowsill –
grey plant pot parade.
By candle flame,
the wick frays
and curls into a question mark:
“Are you OK?”
Attention walks away.
All went still.
Dandelion, halo seeds
dot the lawn like necklace beads.
Sun goes down. Fall into this dream.
Trees drop all their dying branches on me.
credits
from
Half-Life EP,
released March 22, 2024
Matt Aufrecht - piano
Shane Bordeau - bass
Paul Goodenough - drums, percussion
Joey Lemon - guitar, vocals
Mixed and mastered by Joey Lemon
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