black out beach

i'm at black out beach
blotting out the sun with
my own personal clouds
a real physical feeling
of bare toes in sand
mind clouding over
too distant a memory, birth or rebirth
when the planets align
and it gets dark at black out beach
and my clouds grow heavier
my palms are sweating
and i know you don't want to read them like that
but all you need to know is
in my eyes and at black out beach
and in the clouds
gently pulling down the sun
perhaps to a level you can
understand more clearly
something close to a reflection, or maybe a repetition
or a real physical feeling of
bare toes in sand
at black out beach






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mostly scared
but sometimes mad, so, so angry
internally, myopically mostly
never standing on one stone
not reading--
but listening all the time
starting, getting to the middle
and hoping/searching
for the end of that tunnel
coasting in the fog, smoking
so thick it's almost unbearable

your compass seems to point north
but the landscape is constantly shifting
no matter how true the needle
the veins are still blue
on the map they're rivers
and we shall find our river soon
and learn to swim at each other's pace
all ice right now
this summer is strange and straining too
but you'll come home soon, you'll come home

band camp

http://goldleaf.bandcamp.com

found my way to the water

lord knows how i found my way
down to the waterhole, but i went
soaked my head in the water
i spent all morning bent
on my knees in prayer for you

i found my way to the water
now i don't know what to do
walk down this old path i've traveled
til i get back to you
oh this lonesome road! i know too well
i'll go on

new ep by lead leaf

it's called "the blanket ep." it's mostly based on charlie brown. recorded live in the psychedelic basement, berkeley, ca. drums, guitar, feedback, spirit-channeling, magic chord organ drones.

Download

1. no mail in the mailbox, charlie brown
2. the dark summer
3. interlude (on ice)
4. she pulled the football away

your effects

i was sensitive
to your effects
you held me pinned down
how could i leave
with you standing there
looking at me?
i could not flee

i was sensitive
to an extent
i had to turn down
how could i be
so readily and easily
deceived?

fashion show

awesome "lady cow" belt buckle, gift from the girl @ bakingmaddecisions.blogspot.com

sick blouse with "underarm flowers"

make pale

blame it on the naturalists
on all those lists you made
or all the fists you held too tight too long
it is stronger than you think
the ocean pulls you home

it's all getting to you
with no beach to go to
you harvest the shells and listen to the ocean

fortuitous,
the friends that feel for you
distract you from the pains
that make pale your shell
once glowing like the ocean