Rider

Call me rider
Call me anything
Call me what you like
There’s no good names for soul
‘Cause you know me
Sycamore spit-twine
These knotted boughs must write
Of each injustice
Every solstice in white
We slung tobacci beyond our rising, rot-mines
As trinkets get loosed us canaries will trill on sing-song
New paragons
There’s some place I’d once belonged
But straight from the heart I’ve wrought not one speck of proof
So, dead punks traipse your streets
Not a ghoul has your heat
And straight from this heart I’ll beat my wings over you
‘Cause you know me, rider
I’ve got soul

Call me rider
Call me anyone
Spell me what you like
There’s no good cause I’m told
‘Cause you know me
Happenstance twins brine
And dread, besotted, clementine
Oh, mighty father drippin’ U.S. blue
Whence stiff religion rose our every roof with hindsight
So laughs the lancer who forgot how to ride
Ponies freed as tresses flee
Nouveau salons writ, continental spree
But straight from this heart I wheeze no guarantees
Just two twigs from a tree of life
Gives one pause to take a wife
Yet straight from the heart I’d lie just to tell you the truth
Cause you know me, rider
I’ve got soul
Cause you know me, rider
I’ve got soul