Postcards from the Roof Options

[+Steven Curtis Lance]

Postcards from the Roof



I. Two for the Sky



Cars are parking crazily
Downstairs today
Dogs are barking lazily
Downtown anyway

You wonder why they do
What they do and I do too
Remembering if hazily
Having hell to pay

I never knew why only who
Meant what to me
Understanding loving you
Love our destiny

Two for one under the sun
Upstairs up high

Two for the sky



II. Parents Who Were Cooler



In the beginning of my end begun
I cough like the Iron Grandmother now

My father never coughed or if he ever did not how
She did and I do nor did my mother
Even as she died so that they had to employ other
Means to the end of continuing when
She saw little reason to cough another breath again

Cough or die they said but she wondered why
With my father out of sight my mother out of her mind
Cool but kind my father cool but unkind
She was too cool to live he was too cool not to forgive
Orphaned I have only been cool now and then

Coughing heaven knows enough I suppose
For parents who were cooler than their son



III. Far Enough to Rise a Star



That particularity
Of testicularity
That which makes men lift their trucks
Takes and makes for some sad fucks
Nothing left but their big bucks
Then that quality by which
They got poor when they got rich
In the end my friend will be
Not the end no not of me

Though I have two no thank you
To that sort of thing
One love heard and listened to
Is the thing I sing
Who I am and what I do
Never mind duality
One love one reality
My particularity
Love the gift to lift me

Having fallen far
Enough to rise a star



IV. Bilocation



Schizophrenic but photogenic they say
Having a hell of a time anyway
In a good or bad way day to day
Hanging on hoping for the best for now
Happy to be here or anywhere

And when you read me (thank you) I am there
Bilocation part of the vocation of
One who got it after a fall after all
What he taught was true but not how he thought he knew
One who learned through doubt about how "God is love"

One who knows how sends himself through love then now
Both here and there in this poetry we share



+Steven Curtis Lance



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