you’re the mentos to my coke
you make me all bubbly
and open me up
but boy you can make me explode

i
wish
that
i
could
tell
you,

like
soured
milk,
so long
overdue.

like
birds
that
fly
south
before
the
snow,

i wish
it
had
flown
from
my lips,
long
long
ago.

like
a
rose
in
full
bloom
and
the
bee
that
buzzes
above,

i'll
have
to
fly
away
in
peace,
just
as
a
graceful
dove.

some
things
can
never
be
spoken,
some
things
can
just
never
be,

some
thoughts
get
treated
as a
lifetime
prisoner,
...

never
to
be
freed.

My thoughts need to rest
Peace of mind is my goal
I can hear the music playing
Reaching out to touch my soul

You can appreciate all music
If you open up your mind
When it reaches out to you
In your heart it will entwine

Let the melody carry you
Far far away
Open up your heart
And let the music play

i remember that one story
of the kid, finch
theodore
theodore finch & violet
he stood at the top of a bell tower, i think
and proclaimed his suicide plans
the people below either took it as a joke
or something else
i can't remember which
i liked that boy, so did violet
so did violet
so did violet
so did violet

This is the wind-up,
the weak end of the weekend
when we get the windup,
because tomorrow's no Funday
a glum downright Monday,

if we say now't it'll play out,
but we're a gobby lot
and our two-pennorth have
to be said.

I'm in bed
hoping it's a dream,
but knowing it's not

You go out and you come back and
you go out and you come back
until you lose track, then you go out
and you go out
and you can't come back
anymore.

the door is barred
it's not a jar and
you're not jam,
grow up and behave
because
now you're a man.

eeny meeny miny Monday,
whichever way you say it
or however you like to put it
it's still
one moe day.

Ah,
but today
I may do better than
the man that I was
yesterday.