Henry & the Nightcrawlers » Birds Nest at your Feet

Holes

admin — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 01:04:02 +0000

This track blows
holes out the door, she says
it sounds like Walt Disney composed it
which is not really
what we’re looking for

Bird nest at your feet

admin — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 01:03:34 +0000

I’m working on the casts
talking shit up at nile creek
my wrist is getting involved,
should only be using the fore arm
is what they tell me
otherwise things get confused,
lines get crossed
and you’ll wind up
with a birds nest at your feet

csny

admin — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 01:02:46 +0000

Trying to write down my own thoughts
while the old lady peruses my collection
of csny iterations
is difficult to say the least
it is pretty wordy stuff

saltwater

admin — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 01:01:59 +0000

The dry line with the wet fly
and the dank sulphuric beach
that stinks up the morning
brings in the Coho and Pink
and then I log on and buy
my saltwater
which is good for a year

Jam room/purgatory

admin — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 01:01:24 +0000

I put the bass guitar back together
but the action is just the same
so much for that
now I’ll just go on jamming in the night
alone in this sort of odd room
meant as a retirees front entrance
or exit, like when they kicked the bucket
they’d just wheel them out through my jam room

Tom came over

admin — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 01:00:48 +0000

Tom came over
and dismantled my bass guitar

He bought it for me years ago
and I painted it
which, says Tom, has caused the neck to bow
it got into the cracks

Three sheets

admin — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 00:59:56 +0000

Three sheets to the wind
and big buckets of
long island iced tea
it really tastes
like iced tea

Cheesecake

admin — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 00:59:27 +0000

Now, I’m grilling steaks & thinking of long dead poets
wondering about them like my wife wonders about cheesecake

Rib eye

admin — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 00:58:56 +0000

I’m waiting for these two
goddamn rib eyes to defrost
to the point of separation

throwing a nymph into the shadows

admin — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 00:57:22 +0000

When I’m standing in a nice
sandy spot up the river
in my boxer shorts
throwing a nymph into the shadows
I feel the jaw bone in my pocket
that Lola found last week
and forgot about