The Wild

You wanted me gutted
And cursing you with sunscreen on
Throwing my rage around like I was on fire
Coming through in my shaking shoulders
Under my dripping chin catching tears

When driving this morning through
Tentative and timid fog
I gently requested your presence
And recollection of wisdom
For my good measure and happy little day
Oh and you did
From beach to beach recklessly tearing to and fro
Behind my steering wheel
And music to calm
A fool’s quest for peace

Instead, in order from softest to loudest
Infuriated beats from chest cavity to fists and back again
I hated to see this come up within my clean, neat self
Because I am of light and am a nice person
Now here I am throwing and yelling
Rage even makes my throat sore
And body shakes like a fault line
But I drive on in search of sand and a drink
Or peace, which ever comes first

Ok you got me, hands up and cursing your help
Screw the beach I just want a train to go back home
In a hotel parking lot, hating being a girl
Don’t do anything about the dried tear tracks on my cheeks
Two lips are tight in defiance of your pruning
Sensibilities offended and ego threatened by holy might
All because I call myself first

You did answer my prayer from Highway 1
It wasn’t in the slightest manner romantic or well behaved
But I saw my graves and felt my dry bones
I have a limp, maybe worse
Uncurling my fingers to grope for you
Unstring me from the tree or let me bat around in the wind
But thanks for not ignoring my pathetic state
Next time I politely ask for your presence
I will close both eyes in trust and prepare to meet with the wild.

A city that won't bring me down

Bring me down a city that won’t bring me down
I only got these two walking feet
And the breath that goes around my head
Don’t keep taking from me
The things I haven’t found yet

Shame on you and your seven hills
For putting city limits on me
See I am not numbers, not concrete or transfers
We are people with toes and with dreams
Rebels and lovers
Not meant to march in single file streams

Bring me down a city that won’t bring me down
I only got these two walking feet
And the breath that goes around my head
Don’t keep taking from me
The things I haven’t found yet

You may be made of wood and steel
Not skin and heat or things that feel
We live in numbers but walk alone
Troubadours; you call them here
To try and find what we’re looking for
To yell and scream that I just want to be me
Have just enough of joy to want more

Bring me down a city that won’t bring me down
I only got these two walking feet
And the breath that goes around my head
Don’t keep taking from me
The things I haven’t found yet

Rows of waves and seas of clocks
You came to me with liquor and rocks
And I came to you with just about the same
I see the fingers behind your back
No such thing as too much black
We are not alone
We just need rest

Maybe the fogs shuffles in
Riding on Pacific Coast wind
Trembling city, I’m scared too
But we’ll climb and we’ll climb
Until our climb is all through