Swell

We sing and pull our spirit
It is pay day
A fine alchemy
A little dust
There is a chill that swells inside us
Pepper in the clouds
Sugar in the stars
Our breath takes the sting out of the moon
Mixing and swirling life
We have debts
Regrets
Secrets we will take to the grave
Maybe the end will be a relief
We clasp and release hands
A poor thing on loan
His finger nails are black
They paint a fine picture
We sit and stare
All the world in front of us
All the dreams behind
What will become of us she whispers
I dare not answer
Silence is our blanket
Our protection
We cuddle up and sleep
Thankful for another day.

Attic

We take our shoes off in the dusty attic
Sing a rosary
Gather our purse
We must go down stream
Rub the window with our stick thin tissue
Find a passage way
Find our legs
Our plan is instinctive
A chain of pace
What do we say when we pass the point
No return
Bags waiting like a caper in the other room
All just a prank in other words
We must bar it from our mind
Clean the attic
Clean our shoes
Rest a while and gather our thoughts
The wind blows the curtains down
We gather them up
Replace them carefully
All just a game of daring and stars.

Mock

Alice takes my hand
We are running down the street
Following Hatter
Avoiding the seedy waitress who traced our calls
Cracked coffee cups
Darkened bones
Rabbit catches us up
Mocks the hope we were born with
Delete the note
Corrupt the files
Jazz sounds
A game that both grows and disintegrates
Quick like smoke
A fire taking hold
We seek the truth
Liars
Smug memos in hand
Alice takes my hand
We are running down the street.