song

Tomorrow

sing a song like Yoko Ono
and dance like Stephen Fry
tell a joke like the next James Bond
for tomorrow you may die, may die
for tomorrow you may die.

drink like The Pope at Easter
eat up your humble pie
then sleep it off on pay TV
for tomorrow you may die, may die
yes tomorrow you may die.

write down your prayers for gods to read
by lamplight in the sky
but implore them not for answers
as tomorrow you may die, may die
yes tomorrow you will die.

It is she

is it she
that births the tears
of joy and pain
is it she
who made the madness
crack my soul again
is it she
who drives the clouds
away from darker days
is it she
who shines like sunlight
into my waiting gaze
is it she
who makes complete
all the parts of me
do I really
need to question
it is she, it is she.

Always September : An Homage I Meant To Send To Aznavour (but then he died)

the springtime of love
like it’s autumn’s fall
is the same song I sing today
ce une dichotomie ridicule

and we question not
but simply play our parts
in this melodrama’s comedy
That’s written in the scarred hearts
of September.

the passion’s fire
and its dying embers
two acts of the same play
ce une dichotomie ridicule

and we question not
but simply play our parts
in this melodrama’s comedy
That’s written in the scarred hearts
of September….toujours septembre

Forty Fives

The man in sunglasses
taught me how to cry
a Canadian Jew
showed me how to sigh
a man without peace
filled me with love
so I’ll take a forty five
when push comes to shove

a bum from Duluth
gave me pause for thought
the crazy New Yorker
moved me more than he ought
and a golden haired boy
brought my dance alive
so when push comes to shove
I take forty fives.

Unfinished Song Without A Tune

I sailed you
like a Leonard Cohen song
exotic, yet familiar
to me, at least.
as a compass
did your glances guide me
from north to south
and west to east.

you promised calmer waters
though the storm did not avail
but my fate already courted
in the belly of a whale

and so I sit ‘neath darkened skies
in tempests of my dreams
where your image hypnotizes
all I’ve ever been.