nuage gris

Dans le ciel au-dessus de mon lit
Par la fenêtre octogonale
J’ai croisé ton regard, nuage gris
Plutôt une illustration, deux cercles croisés
Un faux nuage, j’étais incapable de le regarder
Peur, peine et angoisse remplient mon esprit
“Papa, Papa, come see, come see”
Il vient me voir pour me consoler
Le ciel tout bleu quand il a regardé
Aucune preuve de mon nuage dessiné
“I swear it was there”, je lui dis
À cette heure t’es partie, vers ton ciel mérité

Ce que j’ai vu, je n’ai jamais compris
Toute ma vie cela m’a inspiré
Près de toi je suis toujours resté
Mon étoile de jour, ce nuage gris
Merci d’être là pour me guider

Field at night

For a time, why not
Grab the wheel
Keep’er steady now, were on course
The edge is dull
It’s dull as blight
Back and forth now
Straighten out

Mind the rocks, can’t stop til light
Rain a pouring no good for picking
Waves are even, tops a flying
Sea of dirt, no end in sight
Get them in before frostbite
Rack em’ up and ship them West
Were only growing the very best

Take control now I’m going home
Thermos full
Warm and bold
Drink that coffee, it’s getting old
No one leaves until we’re through
We want you for the pickin’ crew

Wing row and trucks, all lit up
Thanks to the harvesters’ lights

The shift is done, September too
Rest up, rest up, tomorrow is new

In a hot tub at the end of the world

On a cliff
At the tip
On the edge
About twenty feet
In a hot tub
Staring north
Waters colliding
Just bellow
The path is icy
Don’t slide off
The view is far
This is surreal
Stewing myself
I see a dock
Off the grave of a mill
Makes no sense
I don’t care
10 under zero
Snow all around
I don’t hear a sound
Crank up those jets and settle in
Edge of the world
Could be the end
If that’s the case
I’m not helping
A pool of hot water
On top of a ridge
A hundred degrees
And I’m just cookin’