Cold and Alone

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I don’t ride in the cold

Because I’ve had to ride in the cold

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Past darkened, brooding buildings

Full of oblivious, sleeping people

Past the darkened warehouses

Past the darkened firehouse

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The cold cuts me

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Traffic lights cycle Green, Yellow, Red

Meaningless. I am the only traffic

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A police cruiser idles

Parking lights on

The soft glow of the dash

We are alone together

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When I get home

Home to the two decrepit rooms

Fluorescent and linoleum

Tacked to the back of a decrepit house

I will be warm and alone

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The girl a few blocks away

The girl that loves me

And another that might

Knowing that she is there

Knowing that I could lay in her arms

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I could ride there

I could knock on the door

Then I would be warm and not alone

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But I like the cold better

I like being alone better

Cold and loneliness are always there

Cold and loneliness never change their minds

Never look at you and say “we’re just too different”

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The Fall

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Your long tan legs, your shiny brunette hair

Who was I to long for your lips on mine

And why would I dare think I had a prayer

But I looked in your eyes and saw a sign

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You came for me with those emerald eyes

Your breath in my ear that said this is real

As you disarmed me with your breathless sighs

Your body quivers, betrays what you feel

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Then in a moment your life comes undone

I reach with my arms but it’s all too new

I try to find words but feel I have none

As your pain unfolds I know I’ve lost you

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And I, unnoticed , as Icarus found

Spiraled my way from the sun to the ground

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The Dean’s Office

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There in the front worked an angel so rare

With pouting red lips and skin velvet cream

The sunbeams dance through her long golden hair

At night, she sings in my electric dreams

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I can see it all, like an epic poem

Yes we build a love that will never die

Raise perfect children in our perfect home

And write our names against the starry sky

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There’s just one wrinkle, how do I meet you

An amorous scheme takes hold in my mind

Writing to you of the girl I pursue

Here’s a description of she I would find

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I have to meet her or I’ll die you see

Then reading my note you blush “this is me”

The Cannon

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To say why it didn’t go to plan

We’ll have to start where it began

And how we left it to Phil and Stan

The idea was awesome it was great

Those older girls would be irate

But we should have entrusted Bob or Nate

The laundryman was easily bribed

His weakness was that he imbibed

His task was easily circumscribed

The Rutledge twins supplied the gun

A massive piece that weighed a ton

They made it louder just for fun

We filled it with the stolen laundry

But then arose a major quandry

Our solution would come back to haunt me

You see women’s wear does not fly well

And we could not put it in a shell

But we reasoned clumps of mud the undies would propel

We should have trusted it to Ron and John

Or maybe even Don or Juan

But Phil and Stan if fell upon

Not the brightest in the bunch

Their brains were always out to lunch

But we were rushed and in a crunch

The job assigned we ran away

To find a place were we could stay

To watch the awe-inspiring display

A boom rang out

We heard a shout

And from their cabin the girls ran out

The first to yell was loud mouth Kate

The girl who filled us all with hate

As she favored no one with a date

The laundry rained down but something strange

Something we did not arrange

A horrifying new exchange

Just when it seemed to go so well

The girls running, yelling all pell mell

Kate, dreaded Kate, yelled out “What’s that smell???!!!”

And now we watched the travesty unfold

The girls screaming became uncontrolled

Our penance, we knew, would be too awful to behold

So if you’re going to break the rules

Don’t entrust your plan to fools

Who don’t have brains to use as tools

For even a little cub scout troupe

Or possibly a toddlers group

Would not confuse mud with poop

Summer Girls

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You always fall for summer girls

With their white shorts and summer tans

Hair straight and long or cascading curls

Your eyes would meet, you’d make your plans

There’s something different in her way

Sharp tongued and full of spice

Let’s hang around she’d always say

She needn’t say it twice

Some other guy would puff his chest

Big mouths did not impress

She always seems to like you best

Just why you couldn’t guess

You had your jokes and funny looks

Which no one else could see

You’d steal away in secret nooks

And hide beneath a tree

She’d twirl her hair she’d hint around

Or maybe she’d just say

As you lay together on the ground

“Don’t let this slip away”

But summer girls always say good bye

And then they disappear

It never really ends, that’s why

You still love them through the years

Lost In Time

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The Blue RIdge, hazy in the distance

Walls off the valley, bulwark against the outside

Cows stand like ancient sentinels

Waiting for history to happen again

Old schools float like islands in an ancient sea

Grounds still littered with grape and canister

They set their own rythyms

Cadences of a bygone era, steadfast

Bugles sing their songs day and night

Up and down the valley floor

Constant as the sun and moon

They are singing for ghosts

Reveille, first call, mess and taps

Melancholy, time upon time upon time

They call the ghosts of old soldiers

They grow fewer and softer

Sunday parades mollify the ghosts

Sabers flash, shakos flutter in the breeze

Drums roll, parents beam

Front Royal to Blacksburg, on all the islands

Pretty girls from fancy schools

Girls you can’t afford

Watch like girls always watch

Then dance with boys in blue and grey and green

The girls are perfect debs

The boys all spit and polish

Prideful and haughty

Heirs of a vanishing realm

The ghosts take us by the shoulders

“Oh Stop and listen to our tale.”

“There was good here. There was grace here.”

But they shot the albatross

The signs remained even then

The signs put the lie to it all

Unrepentant, put it all to the sword

“We reserve the right…”

And so the people were and they weren’t

And they did and they didn’t

And they would and they wouldn’t

Beautiful, she is marked with a scarlet letter

The girls walking on tartan carpets

Eating under crystal chandeliers

The boys polishing their brass

Drilling to ancient rhythms

The misty hills

The rolling rivers

Intoxicate you like a potion

You fall in love despite yourself

The girls grow old, they are your sisters

The cadets grow old, they are your brothers

The valley is eternal, bruised and beautiful

Easier to love with both eyes open

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