Silver Miner

Silver Miner


Bereft of hope
My life’s flown these ambling beelines
From shabby boy to dapper drone
Through poetry upon sweet winds
Tread drunk in love and heartbroken
These city streets always my home
But I don’t know no more these flowers
Pushing the cracks wide to be free
When I am pointed to the shears
To kill the weeds

By the horde upon on the hill
Ever the horde upon the hill – lookin’ down on all of the sheep
Wish there was something I could say
But only lies pool on my tongue
When I try to kiss the day, like a lover I am not

I can’t be a lining shiner
But I will be your silver miner
In this dark and dirty tunnel
With my canary I will sing!

Bereft of hope
A garden-grown comfort in clinging
Debts amassed – so creditable
‘Til wafts of teargas on the wind
Words thrown through my little terrarium
These city streets always my home
But stranger to their dancing fires
Bloody cults of graven bronze
And the solemn waltz of candles
The tomorrows that the stars… mourn

While the horde is on the hill
Ever this horde upon the hill - lookin’ down on all of the sheep
And the guards have been sent away
But the flowers show their thorns
Wish I could sing ‘em a lullaby, like the lover I am not

I couldn’t be a lining shiner
But I will be a silver miner
In this dark and dirty tunnel
With my canary I will sing!

No I can’t be your lining shiner
But I will be a silver miner
In this dark and dirty tunnel
With my canary I will sing…
To hold on
Hold on
Hand in hand, to pull through
You got to hold on
Hold on
Hand in hand, to pull through
You’ve got to hold on
Hold on, now
Hand in hand, to pull through
Hand in hand, to pull through

August 18, 2017 (Revised September 4, 2017)