. . . . .s s s s s s s s s s s s s s  . . . .
Choo . . . s s s s s s s s s s s s  . . . .
Choo  Choo  s s s s s s s s s s  . . . .
Choo s s s Choo s s s
Choo s s Choo s Choo Choo
Choo Choo Choo Choo
My tain is moving . . .
My freight train now of love
Chu , Chu , Chu , Chu , Chu
My momentum is gaining
Must make the grade above
Chou-a-Chou , a-Chu
Keep your eyes looking up ahead
On the rail and where's it lead
My train has many cars
Hauling loads so very far
Boxcar loads of lumber sure
For building house of love so pure
Tank cars full of liquid love
Higher and higher I do shove
Flatbeds strapped under cover too
Leaves you guessing what will I do
Load after load of dump cars full
All these I bring to you to tool
The way is curved and rail runs straight
As I pass through your open gate
The boiler is hot the fire is stoked
There's no way now this motion choke
There's miles and miles of shiny rail
Laid down by your smiles , can tell
Following up here comes the caboose
As my train is cut and loose
Pressing hard must be on time
To here you say it's so fine
So there goes my Loco train of love
Delivering loads of love I flood
Whoo - whoo

You on the bridge
don't have to feed me
YOU tugging on my sleeve
don't have to grieve for me

Let it go
You heard me
I am not your sympathy
So let it go !

LET IT GO !

Don't come over here
Keep it out of my way
Your cheer is leer
So go make you dark energy lay

Go away !

Oh ! the empty hole
   That palpitates through my soul
Where nothing consumes all
   And silence is deafening
The cold sun rises
   Hollow
Upon my pale ways

My empty eyes gaze
   into a space
Where I cannot be
   My mouth tastes the chains
Of Freedom bitter in grit and rust
   And my nostrils swell with
The stench of the situation
   And the silence is deafening

As all the while a cold sun
   Rises pale upon my hollow days

Looking out my window
the stars are mine to keep
The corner light lights up nothing more than
the asphalt on the street

I thump my pencil against my thumb
Whilst I wander aimlessly Lost in the past
not liking what I see

I feel my insides twisting tight
My breathing becomes restrained
while going over all the errors . . .
it softly begins to rain


I let out a confusing sigh
as the thoughts fade away to die
I long to confess on paper
giving answers to all my questions why


I'm looking out my window
The stars no longer looking in
Both are burning wasted time
Tomorrow . . .
I'll do it all over for the millionth time again

Icicles hang from the cannons of my love
The bridge was taken , lost , and retaken
Many times before it was blown up

Now ice lays at the bottom ,
my forkless will
Cold rock kisses freeze lips
Brushable embraces hide their warmth

The harsh abandoned illusions
Come cold chested to breathe
Sparrows come reciting Bible verses

They flutter leaving debris
Of fractured nominclatures
Destined not to be

If I fire the cannon's of love
The icicles will shatter
****** to the ground of loud booms

But no one will hear
The shattering of hearts
Nor catch the falling icicles

Still the icicles remain
On the cannons of love
For all time

Losing your mind
a molecule at a time ?
Or are we just part of the God brain
and maybe part maker
of his omnipotent thought .
Maybe we are partial sums
in a gigantic cosmic particle bank .
Maybe we are residuals
of a burned out atomic sun
on perpetual percentages
ever since we have begun .
We dare to dream dreams
that can never come true .
So we pick up the pieces of our dreams
and say ,"Oh well , reality will have to do ."

Love is like hugging a porcupine as tight as you can while it pierces your heart through

Love is the give and take of the sea against the shore of every drop and every grain .

I'll never be the one
flipped and done
Kiss the sun
Burn your buns
I guess you won

You stabbed my heart
With paper darts
Made me ****
Tree's stripped of bark Apple à la cart

Look down below
Summer's in the snow
Wondering you know
How we just blow
Separately on the go

I was aways opening the door
Backing up on the floor
Stumbling ! Falling !
The fabric of life just tore
Tattering
Who's keeping score ?

Cause love is long , love is strong
Cause love is strong , love is long

Come with me , we'll catch the ship of fools
and fly to the moon .
Give your heart to somebody then fly away
with their love in a special box for safekeeping .
Call it a heart deposit box .
If your heart's box has been broken we'll
change the locks .
Don't get left behind .
We're going moonberry picking  in the
eclipse of dreams past , present , and the
unequivocal future .

Hurry !
Last one there is a pixie from France

I put a message in it
Corked and cast it into the sea
Saying , go find my lover
Bring her back to me

. . .as the surf swirled around my heart
I was shoved and pulled apart . . .

Oh ! full moon tide take away my bottle
Sweep it far away from me
Take it to my lover
So she can see what she means to me

. . .bobbing in the crest . . .
between ocean and sunset . . .
there are glints and flashes . . .
of my bottle and the contents that are in it

I threw a bottle . . .
take it far from me . . .
take it across the Atlantic
to the one . . .
who is in love with me

My love was casked and aged in heart
It was soft and hard and sometimes nought
It drew breath away from sunset eyes
It left me in the gladness of goodbyes
I can only accept the memories bliss
Of sweet and sour honnied kiss
And all the last second of your sigh
Written across the tears of eye
And I become a vapourous ghost
Of time lost to pillar post
Tis now time to uncork the cask
And take off my weary mask
And savour love
I make a toast to love's hollow boast

Love
is a beauteous thing
It overcomes evil
It forgives all sin

Man
cleaves to women
together
they embrace the end

Death
is an open door
step within
for truth and more

Time
is a fickle thing
it will run out
while your still standing

Love
is a beauteous thing
It destroys all evil
it cleans all sin

And love
I say again
overcomes all
there at the end

Love keeps company
with many ghosts .
You must give them
a pigment of your
imagination
to see them .

I loved to ride my Schwinn bicycle
I guess I was only nine
I ride it down to the pond
where I spent a lot of my time

I also loved a girl back then
She had a dog named Polar Bear .
Of course it was white
Until it was run over
by a school bus whose driver didn't care

I loved living in Florida
The salt air from
the ocean there
When I left the Sunshine State
I left a huge chunk
of me back there

Now I am a hand in my pocket
Always reaching for something not there
Home is where you hang
your hat
But I found no pegs to hang it
Inside of your lair .

If only we could put poems
in a bucket
Then throw onto a raging
fire
Would the flames die out
Or leap even higher .

But it seems words cost us nothing
More plentiful than the grass on the ground
Our lives have become instrumentals
Where there are no words to be found

I loved to ride my Schwinn bicycle
I must have been only nine
I would ride it down to the pond
where I spent a lot of my time

I also loved a girl back then
She had a dog named Polar Bear
Of course it was white
until it was run over
by a school bus whose driver didn't care

I loved living in Florida
The salt air from
the ocean was  exhilarating
When I left the Sunshine State
I left a huge chunk
of my heart there

Now I am a hand in my pocket
Always reaching for something not there
Home is where you dry
your tears
But I've found no sleeve to wipe them on


If only we could put poems
in a bucket
then throw them onto a raging fire
Would the flames die out
or leap even higher .

But it seems words cost us nothing
More plentiful than the leaves of grass
Our lives have become instrumentals
Where there are no words to be found

I always wanted to go to Paris . . .

. . . listen to Spainish guitars playing love songs in smoky bars . . .

. . . watch young lovers in love and wonder how it felt . . .

. . . dream about how once upon a time a heart could open like a flower in the night . . .

. . . how it felt to have wet lips upon mine , hot breath full of ache and desire on my neck . . .

The wine eases those day's distance in depth that cradle my thoughts

. . . the memories spin to the strings , bleeding away
in the shadows that remain skin deep in sin . . .

I always wanted to go to Paris . . . listen to Spainish guitars playing love songs in smoky bars . . .

Some day I will

L - lingering , lost , luscious ,                        
            liberation , lavish , lasting

O - overt , open , often , official , orifice ,
      outstanding , outlandish

V - very , vertical , voluptuous , venoned      
      vivacious ,

E - every , effort , effervescence , epheral
     epitome , epitimy , everlasting

Would love be more or less secure if there were an idemnification clause attached to the hearts of the potential parties .

looking down a gunbarrel of intent
did all the spiders went
the ground so shakes

i am the master of feet
no one comes compleat
out of step we fakes

take what we sleeve
no use to grieve
hardwired

opening up the closing door
follow cracks in hidden floor
expired

touch me but don't
love me I won't
the far nearly there

I gasp at the hold
no value in gold
fling your donkie in the air

every night
love the fight in fear of sight
all the times a wastin'

ole lizard lips is Baskin
sister is always fasting
snip snip . . . tin tim

I would love to love you
(Quick and wicked mind)
Oh , but turns the page of time
I lay you down in rhyme

One that loves
everyone in general
loves no one
in particular

Loving you
means accepting
all the dreams
you are
not

Blue eyed beauty
One determined in her ways
Her love torched
the Panchos of her days

Love was hot and fast
like the lead
that they
were never spared

While life was short
like the stars of night
They both knew that
it would never turn out right

Pancho died of bullets
Luz while she was fast asleep
Both now just memory
One I will to keep

Are you lying to my face
Or waiting til I turn my back to your disgrace

Your words cut deeper
than I can heal
As the life in me drains out
and I can no longer feel

You are a disease with your words of hate
What did I do to you
thus to make

Your soul shadows the shades of sin
There is nothing but pure evil behind that grin

Someday when the truth is revealed
When stripped of the power that now you wield

The light of truth , the way the life
The tables will be turned
causing your strife

Every lie the axe does stroke
The chips may fall
like the songs to notes

And when the tree falls
the one ripe with knowdge
of good and evil
Will you be counted on to be one of his people ?

So you may hurt me
for now I can't lie
But only up to
the point
the moment that I die

So God sends me comfort
when he utters those chords
"Revenge is a matter of
property that belongs
to our Lord"

He was playing
soft shoe piano
Softly hitting
major blows
on minor keys
of sadness
His glass of scotch
and ice
sweating
on a coaster
overflows
dripping
on the floor
He was
a fountain
gushing
trickles
of gloom
He'd look up
and howl
at the
******
supermoon
The ******
of the ivory
keys
bowed
to the rapture
that captured
dissonace
on the edge
that growled
like a bear

He walked the streets a begger
they buried him like a king
he played a six string guitar
he wore no golden ring

She had the voice of angels
survived a valley called death
then fearing no evil
she passed every test

They wrote the songs with sunsets
they walked the line together
they stood in a ring of fire
in love they burned forever

ManoMaker
don't forsake her
Cut the ties
that bind the lies
And set the Angels free

ManoMaker
widow maker
take the good book
break the bad hook
Set the Angels free

Well , ManoMaker
Part time taker
Turn to chapter nine
Lists all the crimes
Oh let them Angels free

Hey ! ManoMaker
Mr Al A. Gator
Lover of the swamps
Romp , Stomp , chomp
Let them Angels go

A match made in Heaven
Was lit and burned up here on Earth
Someone should have spoken up and objected . Instead they said they wished us the worst

She embraces me in chill
Comforts me with her will

Touches my heart in kisses
Twisting in the seditious

Her sadness blankets my heart
Her beauty right on mark

For she has stars in her eyes that haunt me
Her compassion reaps all sea to sea

I am married to the night
My Angel of delight

We Musk be from Mars
Creatures non native
to Earth who planet hop
hell bent on destruction and interplanetary war
The reason aliens look like
us is because they are us .
And guess what planet is next on the bucket list .

It is no use for a man to say ,
"I have made up my mind upon certain things ,"

and to keep doggedly fighting over those matters , while , at the same time , the whole of his life is unkind , ungenerous and unlovable .

Yes , by all manner of means be a martyr if you like ; but do not martyr everybody else .
(Spurgeon)

Mary owns a bakery
So plump and dough boy round
She likes to check out movies
For there's no one else around
She drives an old Toyota
That's seen it's better days
The horn has been broken
The radio never plays
Mary has many pets
Two dogs and lots of alley cats
And one used up circus clown
Pees off the porch out back
She likes to take her pets for rides
Sometimes they go downtown
To the city parks where her dogs
Dump upon the ground
Joe was Mary's older brother
He died in Me Lei , Vietnam
She has a younger brother
But it's been some time
Since he has been around
Once Mary got an offer
To run the library on the green
She procasternated until it was to late ,
the job was filled by Mr Clean
Mary had a boyfriend
But that was long ago
Now she eats buttered popcorn
While the movies roll on and on
With a cat purring on her lap
Two dogs sleeping by her feet
It's Sunday morning rising
And the clown gives me the creeps

I collect the stars
and drop them into mason jars
that once were home to
my honeysuckle jam

Suns  Suns  Suns
One by One
I use their lantern's glow
to light up my universe

Ahhh . . . , the universe is black
without it's light
And I pause in my gathering
to comtemplate

The sky is blue
A sea of blue
as far as I can see
A sea of blue without mermaids

Oh , that feeling
as I turn into blue
A lingering
A disintegration

A chorus of crickets
are singing ,
"Here Comes the Sun King"
he is one and done

Yeah !
I need a jar
to start collecting
all the lightning bolts

Didn't anybody tell you
that touching a bolt of lightning
was so much hotter
than kissing the sun

pause for reflection . . . . .

I opened all my jars of restraint
and freed the Suns
They fled smiling
glowing with joy

I contemplated
smashing all my  jars
but I made scupernong
wine instead .

Chokes on the dust of opportunity
Fumbles the swòrd of salvation
Misses the mark of perpetuation
He's no motion made machine
Just a killer of tìme

We were born
in the hunger
of the swearing
of our time

We were all
given the grains
of time to waste
away

All at once
we swallow
the error
of our lies

Choke down
the sanguine
truth

Fool or saint
Prophets stumble
over their sins
in the dark

Just need a little
light , a little heat
to start a fire

"There is no greater agony
than bearing an untold story
inside you" . . . M A Y A   A N G E L O U

A comet has crossed our hearts
leaving us in the shadows
This time it's dust will rise no more

Nor shall this caged bird sing again
for she has been freed and
is on the wing
This time for evermore


"I've learned that people will forget
what you said , people will forget
what you did , but people will never
forget how you made them feel"  
M A Y A   A N G E L O U

Maybe some day we will dance
Holding hands in disbelief
As tears of joy
flow from our eyes
While the field of flowers
will cheer in salute
Maybe our eternity
will come to an end
And our day will come
to begin . . . just maybe

Just maybe I hope
beyond my dreams

The swirl of eyed owls
feathers mouse devoured .
Carry the DNA's belly down
across the acorns of time .
Oaken my thoughts to the pictures dismayed . Way! Way ! Distempered the bytes of Lamia . Drips the intense desires satisfied . Chalky hands of children . Tiny voiced hands of destruction . Cost catch crushed . The ***** of feathers silently eyed by owls of flight .

May time makes
grass armies of green
While adoring flowers
wave petals as they March by

Your life is a labyrinth . A single path of no return .

Your mind is a maze ,
it twists , dead ends
has to stop and begin
again

Where would that be ?
You look around suspiciously ,
dubiously .

I asked if there was any prayer in Hell .

Round and round
we go around . . .

Neither one up to the downside of the other

The moments don't matter as the seconds drag on

They drag us down the road to oblivion

The pavillion goes round and around like a carousel

. . . to Hell

My tailpipe spewing acid rain
I am M-i . . . on my way
To s-s-i-s-s and be ******
What I say . . . i-p-p-i
Memphis coming home

Crossing state line is heaven's door
I'm released now hit the floor
Old lead foot is on his way
You'd better believe it
I'm Memphis coming home

Coffee and whiskey my mainstay
Haul'n fast and reliably
No matter what my dispatcher say
Memphis coming home

Tupelo . . . past it's gates
New Albany approaching , now it's gone
Holly springs was a pleasure passing
I'm Memphis coming home

Cotton dust
Taste bud stuff
You can call them hills
Now if you must

Pine or oak , whatever's your choice
Tunica technically kicked your dust
Ole snake eyes soiled your luck
Broke , Memphis coming home

78 or 55
No matter I feel alive
Inside I'm outside myself
As I glide between the white lines . . .
I'm Memphis coming home

If mental scars
were rungs
on a ladder
It would
stretch up
into heaven

Mercy is shown to the guilty
Leniency is a matter of justice , not mercy
But no one is ever unfair for not showing mercy
Are we not all guilty of something ?

Reach back
rip the chords out
Twisting still
the heart made metal

Pet the lamenting pulse
Laminate the pinch
of medling ****

Squeeze the words
till they scream
Exacerbate the agony
of bleeding dreams

Lightning comes down
in riffs
in sheets of rolling thunder
Banging heads asunder

Lifting decibels
Straining every fiber
Growing stronger
an electon collider

Till !

As depleted
as uranium
Nothing left
inside the cranium

She's a leaping high five
with her feet planted firmly
on the ground

She is a crescendo of sound
and emotion . Puts her finger to her lips and shushes me .

She bathes in moonbeams while
tantalizing stars knowing
their touch is too far

She hides behind the clouds when
the sun burns . Capturing the rays and
hiding  them in kelidoscopic jewels she wears around her ankles so she can see
where she walks on moonless nights

She teaches fairies to dance in rings
and in return becomes the dance instead

She's the Cheshire's smile that
disappears on the wings of a firefly

Is it the dust ,
or the heat ?
Tequila maybe ,
or the sunrises ,
too many ?

I could listen
to the guitars
all night
while he sings
in Spainish

I'm thinking
I will understand
if I listen
long enough

I understand
the pain
in the fingers
on the strings

The pain
in the voice
The desolation
Abandonment
and the ever
present hope
for a better day

The beat
is like a heart
Constant
reliable
for the moment
anyway

Eventually
all things come
to an end

I stumble home
wishing I
could sing
in Spainish

Buenas noches
Adio digo yo !