JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
He was writing a song Down by the river By Ernie's walk where the cactuses grow The flower bed still shows the spot.
The river's just a trickle, staining the cement That's where it was, They were sitting in the shade Never would've guessed That's where it would end
My phone rang out, I fumbled real fast Caller unknown ' I wonder what's up Hello . LAPD ' huh This's gotta be wrong, there's no way Cigarettes, a couple of beers, empty wallets, A broken guitar I couldn't keep listening ' was that a gunshot Or just an explosion'deep in my brain
Something about money, a carful against two A shotgun and pistol Nothing they could do No sign of a struggle, they gave up the cash Made a run down by Kester towards the 101 The bushes, overpass Valley Pres Emergency'hurry
The whiteness was blinding, or was it the fear My eyes weren't reacting the way that they should I couldn't focus, the jeans looked familiar I'd got him that shirt, but it looks kind of wrong Leaves in his hair, been trying to hide The car circled back and...
This is no hospital' he wont be ok! It's those damn spots on the t-shirt They'll never come out, and neither will he Yeah, I know him, I mumbled his name Wait a sec, I might be wrong, it can't I dunno, how, But' He's younger than me, I gave him a ride To play by the river, then pick him up later And, the other guy? Upstairs in a coma He might have a chance
Driving by the river, the flowers on its bank A cross among cactus, that's the only trace Easy going, cool, A guy who'd Share his last smoke, split the last beer or Spend his last dollar to buy you a meal. Jammin' by the river, a safe enough place Now it's all ruined, a broken guitar A picture in the paper, that's all he got. He's gone. Gone. Gone. I can't get away.
