You cannot tell me
That what I feel is purely..
in my head

Not whenever my heart pounds
Not whenever my hands shake
not whenever my chest aches

You cannot tell me
That what I feel is..
ridiculous

Because I know that this is real
Both to my brain
*and to my body

when 2 birds standing on
2 different high tension wires kiss
love is short.

You wanted me to tattoo your name on my back.
"but who would see?" I asked.
"you just don't get," you screamed,
"you don't ever get it."
and you smashed a glass
on the worn rug.

It was a velvet rug
with a picture of elvis
painted across it
meant to be hung on the wall
and when the wind
parted the curtains
the shards sparkled like stars.

They say the human heart
weighs 3/4's of a pound
and scientists have found
in a tomb in Egypt
the heart of Cleopatra
shriveled like leather.
bitterness
can preserve a heart for eternity....

....but it's closing time at the bar
and outside in the cold, cold snow
outside in the snow
my darling
one last time
I'll **** your name.

it
journeys
through
space and time
when
yellow bolts of lightning
purge
the
purple clouds

lord
on our way
to
the stars
we met
a tin man
who
needed
a heart
and
life
abounds
throughout
the universe

to many classic , pop rock , songs
while I work away re-building
a wall or roof , it makes the day go faster,
I hammer while singing at the top of my lungs,
songs such as this ( I hate it when they change the lyrics without
informing me though):
Baking Carrot Biscuits by BTO;
Wipe in the Vaseline by the Eagles;
or my favorite Comfortably Dumb by Pink Floyd.
I only sing off key when the band forgets the lyrics
or I smash my thumb with my hammer
or the cute neighbor girl I am bare-chested trying to impress
calls the cops, or the owner wanting me to go away
with the job half finished pays me for the day.