Mean Streak

(from Good, Smart Bear)

Muscle shows inside your wound
Suns are darkened by your mood
Shake my hand before the devils cease to snore
I never know who you'll be anymore
I can never be sure

All that's before me standing
Is the mean streak in a man

Weather's changing in your head
Face is burning firey red
Words to torture fly like twisters in the sky
The years before us flattened in a night
In the blink of an angry eye

All that's standing before me
Is a man in his mean streak

Pool the tears from our past in a river
And let's you and me chase them upstream
Through the woods grown from weeds
sprung as misery's garden all over our history
And when we reach the spring
where all of the jungle between us began
We can bathe in the ugliness
And wash each other clean

I'll breath in what's making you drown
You can hold me under
And we'll make our way down, brothers

©1999 Billy Gewin