An Electric Parade

Inspired by you and Andrew Bird.

I saw you standing alone
in the middle of an electric parade
wearing that funny hat you always wear
The brown one with black spectacles.
You beckon to me
with your big, eager hands
and your smooth, deceiving lips
and your lye lye lyes.
A charming lost prince
searching for his Disney bride
himself dewy-eyed
and overprescribed.
Acid in his smile
He has me beguiled
like a phi phenomenon
like flashing lights.
I see you standing alone
in the middle of an electric parade
and realize
it is me.

Sir Clementine

There's a funny story behind this one.

A tap on the shoulder of a bright Clementine,
basking, ripening,
in a mutiny of words.
He smiles blindly and speaks with his eyes,
falling, rotting,
a wingless bird.
Blanketed by sunlight but unable to grow,
a worm, a memory,
finds him with Poe.
He's desperate for love, knows not where to look,
so he puts his face
back,
back
in his lonely book.