Neil Young

Neil Young Said A Man Needs A Maid

Waking in a palace of dust and mold
I've stopped cutting the grass
They've stopped picking up the trash
If I lived with cats, they'd have eaten me by now

Saturday Feature: Jerusalem

The Park Crisp Dusk

Walking represents a return to holiness
and the re-birth of magic in the world
open your eyes, even on a numb foot,
you can't miss it
you just can't tell anyone about it
that's all.

In Your Room

Shift

This morning, quiet and humid,
an invasion of stealthy, marauding
blackbirds, hundreds and probably more,
their white shit on the black car's roof,
and a green grasshopper standing stock
still, sweating the birds, which have now adjusted to my presence
with occasional low barks of warning
they tumble from the still-green leaves, a migration shaping up,
twenty miles later you exit the car finding the grasshopper
still there, at eye level now, a tenacious fellow - so you nod
then later still, after work, walking through the broken city
the setting sun illuminates three gold crosses
high above three people who are making an effort to hold
an indifferent bus for a bent-low woman,
and it feels for a minute like it's all happening just the way it has to.

Temple Of The Winds