Monday, November 21, 2011

The Calm Center of a Fistfight

how am i supposed to believe anythng you say
because its better that way
you wear your ribbons and medals
everyone needs to be recognized
ive run out of reasons to show off
ive been rewarded ignored and deported
feeling hemingway 61
at least in sun valley there was a little sun
we’re all tryin to vibrate
be happy straight with gods
make some noise and get off
seems silly to sit still
there’s plenty of darkness to shake
and fear to fake.
its not every day i make a woman feel like a girl
im just tryin to feel connected in this world
Your lips crowd my mind and rise above the din.
Your needles stick my heart and sting like open cuts and gin.
the past is so exhausting
are you a passenger or an extra in a cowboy film
dont let fear fool ya
take your time and look at me
this aint no fleshy mercy killing
and she is guilty of an online truce
of ones deleted in a last line mood
and once percepted of a long line truth
shes waiting there
she builds a place around her heart that
saves her coming leak
you might be the sheriff
but of which county?
your black and white dont look right
the laurels have never been comfortable
and i dont remember from where you know me from
cast aside your desideradatum like slavery
and junkmail
few things are built to last
your pain wont decay if you like it that way
a reliable friend there to kick you tin the shins
all aboard your bowery boys they like to bore me
I’m in the calm center of a fistfight

theres no time to be shocked by the truth
I never had the luxury to rest on the family
you can always ask me for a ride
but make sure the pressure's never applied.
THE stage is set to burn a hundred colored faces
in hurried reels of 3 track traces
your car is met protested paces
insulated from the suffered gazes
restless lawns with fantastic views
the argument artist and faded widow
dirty nails and broken calendars
the classical matrimonial sadists.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Glad Girls, South Sound Bureau Chiefs Sat. July 16 @ Comet Tavern

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Saturday, November 6, 2010

Winterization

I know where all your valves are
I know all your obstacles
I know how your controller is.
I'll watch my head
My knees know this hardscape
I'm familiar with that worried look on your face
every fucking year
I've noticed how you've softened
I've noticed how you've withdrawn
Thanks for surrenedering this process to me finally
Thanks for not asking anymore
about that one guy
that used to work here
One of these years
Your main shut off is gonna break
and it's going to cost a lot to fix.
I'll be thrilled to do it.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

I think you gotta live life like it could all end in a terrible plane crash.
I think its wise to be foolish and alright to waste a little bit of time ruing and being embarrassed.
You're always gonna come out the other side.
Caution not to hurt others, but dont tiptoe
I woke up really happy about the small house I live in, and Im glad Im a renter, and Im glad Im not jailed by money.
Im grateful for the love and the guitars.
i love my town and its problem
ive got coffee and cats, and today not a hangover
ive got the courage to beat the blues most days
i cant wait to be 40

Thursday, August 19, 2010

i know theres a pretty smellin world somewhere
and I know there's some friendly air beyond
where I'm fetal and afraid
its hard to see when i'm too far inside me
there's some accidental good sometimes
be quick to drink from that spring

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

This is the stagnant Groundhog day
this is the way you age
when you dont pick your spot
and spin dizzy
but not crazy enough to be taken away
just ignored and punished passion
wilted talent salad
a shovel handle manhood sentence
sunburnt drunk and desperate