Tenderfoot ‘94

way back in yesteryear
a cold way from home
sometimes an idle moment would
pass to me
with logic staring into my heart
I peered everso lonely
to begin believing that the road
went west, east, north & south
depending on the direction you were facing
someone must have told you that before
altho, my good friends
its another thing to realize it

I’m not sure if I remember my fourteenth birthday
I mighta dreamed about it today
this moment now that I gaze out
and peer off into
someone saying my amigo your amigo
any amigo to spare
who sought out life & love
the domestic guardian lowering soft hands
to raise a chance
to give an opportunity to blow

deep into the night there will be regrets
the ones that continue to follow all thru the ages
Tenderfoot you are afraid of changing
you will never change so much that I don’t know you
since from time to time you have chosen to leave me
each return I have felt the earnest of yer years
what you say hasn’t changed will
one long bead falling slowly down the windshield
you're not speaking in circles
just breathing out the silent debate
light me a cigarette, mine is going out

my lover will you be willing to forgive me
wake to the morning of what dies in me daily
will you let Tenderfoot come in for a beer
will you stand in this dimmed room to watch
the baleful sky beautiful like child
who does remotely remember the cast out
rebels stand close to your loyalties
see what fades by your work by your age
will you still love the you of stages
or the seemingly empty emptiness of admonished pleasure
Tenderfoot come near me, come nearer still
I need you understanding your power of words
I’m leaving the last of my life
take me as I am

the forward motion of the stone I do not realize
I know it carries its momentum to the bottom of the sea
where all tremendous throws must die
I sit here on the bank, still and rested
waiting and wanting my plea of innocence returned
I have you to thank creator, do you have me to avenge
Tenderfoot, take me for another ride
into the caverns of space or the dew drop seclusion
let us mock the trees and stars
let us deny the afterbirth again
I want to skip stones once more in the park
I want to watch the fish dance under the rocks
are you going to grow up on me too

we were never the ones to belong to this place
let me take away the pain once more
lets balance on the fence, throw apples at the gate
watch the bees buzzing while we slap with branches
dont you think Johnny Appleseed passed thru here
talking to the Indians and carving out pipes of peace
once in a lifetime did you ever place a bet
I dont mind the rain when the crickets are out
lets go out to the cars one more time
and take a ride…

august 25, 1994





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the audience of the dead,

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exempt stage stories

all eptitaphs remembered

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