Snapdragon
Anthirinium… In rows of noses
Pertaining to the snout-like capsule
Of it’s mature state
So squeeze my cheeks and make me talk like that
It used to seem that way to me
Sunny memories rooted deep in me
Snapdragon fire in me
You turned it’s petals inside out
Til’ nature spoke from out it’s mouth
Projected through my child light
In a daze of sunny memories
So squeeze your cheeks and make you talk like that
You used to do like that to me
Sunny memories rooted deep in me
Snapdragon fire in me
© Ain’t Saint john
Grow Yourself
Well I hope whatever gripped you
Gets distracted and forgets you
It forgets the place it left you
And finds something else to eat
Because your leaves are full in summer
And the truth is not enough for you
Your roots could do with water
For your phylum and your phloem
Grow yerself in times of tears
Let the soil below recieve your blessed tears
Grow yerself in times of tears
In the shadows, growing takes years
When I met you, you were blooming
In the window , All illumined
But the florist gods, they moved you
To a place that has deprived you
Where you must compete for sunlight
with the brambles and the grape vine
Winding through you and beneath you
Your roots could do with water
Grow yerself in times of tears
Let the soil below recieve your blessed tears
Grow yerself in times of tears
In the shadows, growing takes years
When I met you you were blooming
And the petals lightly falling
But the florist gods, they moved you
To a place that has deprived you
And I can’t see what your plan is
And my can is out of water
And I can’t play Rick Moranis
In the little shop of horrors
Grow yerself in times of tears
Let the soil below recieve your blessed tears
Grow yerself the greenest leaves
In the shadows, growing takes years
© Ain’t Saint john
Little Time
Little Time for the inside
Little Time, Little Light
Little Time for the insight of the night.
Little Time for the inside
Little Time for who knows
Little Time for the insight at the tip of my nose
And So it seems
And it has to be
Hitting brightness through the breeze
Cool and wet to my hot and dry
Threw an apple inside me
Grew the pips in my ear
Take a bite of the afternoon, diffuse
Waning Into The Evening
Little Time for the inside
Little Time, Little Light
Little Time for the insight of the night.
Little Time for the inside
Little Time for who knows
Little Time for the insight at the tip of my nose
And So it seems
So it has to be
I’m slow to what I know but I can’t ignore
That I should work to repair the holes i tore
It was just a wave inside me
Waking all the other waves up
When they felt it cresting
Take another bite of the afternoon, amused
By the birds in the bushes and the birds in the trees
Ala la la laa la, La la la laa la,
la la laa
Little Time
La la la laa la, La la la laa la,
la la laa
Little Time…
© Ain’t Saint john
Papermap
You’ve gone, lost yourself in a paper map
You slipped into a fold a mile back
And I can’t find my compass
To trace your recent steps
Too afraid to use calipers,
Might impale you on my search
You are maybe in a forest ‘neath a canopy of trees
Or along a contour line or in the sea
Thought I saw you by the coast
Near the place you visit most
But that was Summer, this is Spring
You’re out of season, out of sync
Paper Map, Paper Map
Obsolete and out of date
This Paper Map is of a Different town
Now I’ve gone lost myself in this Paper Map
That you gave me years ago and I’ve lost the knack
And I fear I’ll never find you
And I fear you want me not to
I never knew that you’d be hiding
With all this Cartographic spiting
Paper Map, Paper Map
Obsolete and out of date
This Paper Map is of a Different town
Paper Map, Paper Map
Unordinated and faded
Scrawled is all, barely written down