Lightning strikes and off colored thunder,
Cigarette smoke pushing raindrops asunder,
The fog is a pool. Try to float but slip under,
My eyes full of oceans under glass.
Soup by the bowl, caffeine by the gram,
I vouch for a desk, but pay for the land,
There are trees on the shore, shops under the sand,
My eyes are the blocks in the market square towers.
A round on the house skirts a square table,
Woven like lace, a noose fenced round the able,
At the top of the tree rocks a boat like a cradle,
My eyes are clouds staring up through atmosphere.
God in the sky casts its fishing line down,
Lets the happy ones go with a laugh but no sound,
Can’t reach the sad ones, their lips to the ground,
My eyes are ripples on the water.
credits
from Mystifacts,
released February 12, 2015
(Johnson/Kowalski)
Guitar and Vocals: Joe Kowalski
Piano: Mirko Pirozzi
Banjo: Joseph Creel
Bass: Jason Bassman
