Tuesday, July 23, 2019


cat people

lonely means
spaces dark and wonderful
paths apart from 
underfunded you
lonely means
a cat with eyes so blue
snaking round the corners
of your heart
when a kiss goodnight
holds everything in its grasp
until you find me
out of reach
like a stingless wasp
lonely means
the music that I understand
poetry of a mindful land
where sentiment 
has not forgotten
hail still crushes streets
of Manhattan
oligarchs are so uncertain
when the question
bends the endgame
when the first thing
leads to something
alone and uncertain
the cat lifts its head
like a regal curtain
this is you
your stage
that unending dissertation
of all that has failed you
i am mindful of the 
great exertion
pay heed and retreat
like my wounds and repeat
lonely means
spaces dark and wonderful
paths we tread
together toward extinct
i am yours
you are mine
until the near end of time
in spaces dark and wonderful
you are mine
i am yours
forever divine 

Tuesday, July 16, 2019






MY FANCY CAR

Living part time in the south field lot
If yer lucky then the showers are hot
Warm is good I don’t need a lot
Part time living is all I got
Part time living is all I got

First step love
Next step mercy
Cops came around
Lookin’ for Marcy
Came back back around and
Hauled away Tommy

Put your finger on the exit wound
Put your finger on the exit wound

I heard about those hobo kings
Sleep rough now it’s a criminal thing
Savin’ my money for a crib straight up
All I want is a door that locks
All I want is a door that locks

First step love
Next step mercy
Put a dollar down
On the state-run lottery
Banks came around
Took my home

Put your finger on the exit wound
Put your finger on the exit wound

Never buy a car you can’t sleep in
Homeless life gotta be a sin
Put my money on a trusty van
Make your bed wherever you can
Make your bed wherever you can

First step love
Next step mercy
Thoughts and a prayer
Won’t feed my family
Dinner in the front seat
Homework in the back

Put your finger on the exit wound
Put your finger on the exit wound

Who’s the boy gonna save the world
where’s the girl with the winning plan
Ain’t no bum just down on my luck
I know that no one really gives a…

Put your finger on the exit wound
Put your finger on the exit wound

Words & music Paul Fairall and Linda Danz © 2019 BMI


https://soundcloud.com/paul-fairall/my-fancy-car

Friday, July 12, 2019


i leave detritus
an old friend with breathless views
some throb and some don't