Forever Howlong (Live at The Cornish Bank, Falmouth)

Un-curtain the day

My head pops out, it's another cold gray morning

Over-stew the water, it mostly turns to air

Out for a walk, I imagine three times slipping on the wet leaves

And the blood rushing out from the cracks in my head

Then merge with the red and amber mulch

The hesitating silence between the man and the dog

Over-done routine, the man reaches down to pick up the shit

I make eye contact with the dog

We both look away

I am back home now

I move my fingers on the piano keys

And I am back to thinking whether she's sobbing in the men's room again

I shall boil some beans

I should get my vitamin B

The last video I watched told me the pH of my gut microbiome was certainly causing my blues

So I fill myself up with fiber as dusk begins to set

The old man across the street

The clinical glow from your window

Why don’t you get a warm lamp?

It looks like a tiny UFO is trying to land in there

His head begins to droop

And I make eye contact with his balding patch

Turn off the TV, old man

I light the candle

It's time to curtain the night

It is only 5 o'clock