This is too much, cycling in my
Heart’s pit
I think I taste love, this
Silence is redolent (of peace to come)
Loose leaves color and fall
Over last season’s decaying ache
Violet ruffles in the sky cover all
Each storm past I could not take
Move over, seething doubt
Unless you can accept your fate
Spit your hesitations out or
Take them with you to the grave
Before I hand you this head on a platter
Entertain me with one thing
Are you convinced this really matters?
Does this make you want to sing?
Recount for me our warning signs
Elated, I listen in… with
Alacrity, so divine, I
Might call it religion.
Filed under: 2009
When I was a little child, we’d pack the car
And we’d drive to Alabama
Especially when my grandma was sick
But my mama cursed her name and said
“She’s a witch and an alcoholic”
But she was the one with the Indian blood
With the dark hair in a family fair
She was the one who saw to the end
Of her own father’s life
And he haunted her every single night
WELL CAN YOU HEAR ME?
AM I COMING THROUGH?
ALL THEM YEARS
DID THEY EVER HEAR YOU?
CAN YOU SEE ME?
THEY SAY I HAVE YOUR EYES
AND IF I DO, WILL I BE HAUNTED AT NIGHT LIKE YOU?
So we put her in an old black hearse
And we left her there in southern dirt
No I will not say that I was cursed
But I was the one to see her again first
Maybe cause I was the one who lost the faith
She’ll talk to me cause I’ll listen to what she has to say
