Archive for September, 2018

                                                                                                              MSK ©  9-12-2018

Faded jeans and worn-out shoes

You gotta dress right when you sing the Blues.

Down trodden with a broken heart

Don’t even try unless you look the part.

 

You Gotta Dress Right

Gotta-haves that go on forever.

You Gotta Dress Right

Come in every size, shape and flavor.

You Gotta Dress Right

No place for losers kid; be all you can be.

You Gotta Dress Right

If you want to sing the Blues like me.

 

Million dollar suit and ties

On thousands of rehearsed handshakes and smiles.

Each one willing to beat the rest

No excuses, no failure: this is no test.

 

You Gotta Dress Right

Gotta-haves that go on forever

You Gotta Dress Right

Come in every size, shape and flavor.

You Gotta Dress Right

No place for losers kid; be all you can be

You Gotta Dress Right

If you want to sing the Blues like me.

 

© MSK 6-13-11 from notes on 3-7-93

 

        From the middle, each end is far away

        Somewhere in-between, we learn how to pray.

 

        In every story there is a hint of truth

        Behind every lie is a mountain of proof.

 

                It’s always during the cold lonely nights

                That you find out what you’re missing.

                        I am missing you.

 

        If you think of leaving or sticking around

        It’s better to know what lives underground.

© MSK 8/31/2018

How many faces can you see every day

Before you start forgetting their names?

When do the streets you drive all look the same?

 

Who can remember all the great people you’ve met

And still function throughout the day?

Do the songs you keep writing all sound the same?

 

It’s not that things aren’t fun

But it gets a little old.

Looking for a rainbow won’t help you find gold

No matter what you were told.

 

How many repetitions can one person perform

Without their thoughts wandering everywhere else?

When do we notice we’re not even there?

 

It’s not that things aren’t fun

But it gets a little old.

There is no rainbow and no pot of gold

No matter what you were told.

 

 

 

                      “(Waves of Alcohol)”                                                                   © MSK 5-23-2018

 

In a refreshing wave of alcohol

Warmth flowing down my throat.

The glow continues on

While the tension seems to float.

 

It’s a wave of alcohol

Regret and guilt jump in

Reflections fade with each sip

It’s a game I never win.

 

The next wave of alcohol

Life feels pretty silly

 

The tallest wave of alcohol

Begins to numb the senses

 

The tsunami of alcohol

Puts depression on a hi boil

 

After an ocean of alcohol

The angry man just comes out

 

            It will all be better

           If I have another drink

           I can handle it

           Doesn’t matter what you think.

 

Following the flood of alcohol

Awake but not aware

Doesn’t matter who gets hurt

Long past the point I care

 

Wake in a desert with a driving thirst

Never again, never again

Can’t remember what I did

Friends look away and pretend.

 

            It will all be better

            If I have another drink

            I deserve it

            No matter what you think.