Gonna singe him sleeve.
Gonna crackle and grieve.Who gonna fight the fire.
Who fight the fire gonna be asked to leave.
Who gonna fight the fire ?
                                                                   Fireman come forward and face the fire
                                                                   Come walk  the hell walk save the small talk
                                                                   Front runner determinned  not to run.face the fire
                                                                                          THANKLESS TASK
BUMBOCLAAT.

What did the call sound like to you ? did it keen  and squeak like a roasting  rat
in the wall. did you hear the call at all ?.Somebody has to do it .
civilian roaster.  General step upper. Who died and made you.

Who fight the fire. Raise your hand.
Neighborhood watcher. house buster
meets twelve gauge duster.

Can you make muster?

Last time we talked. This time we shouted.

Last time we laughed. This time we cried.

Last time we pulled. This time we pushed.

Last time was the last time.

No more time left.

Time out.

Time.

He vibrated himself through yesterday where I found him
Kneeling at the alter with a white rosarie.
He thumbed each bead slowly.
I had left him there ten yeras before praying

Today.the rosarie ended.
Time for pay.

Souls are often bought and sold this way.
The pitch black man was the arbiter
Shango man gonna have his say.

Slowly he rose from the kneeling board.
Had enough time? I heard him say.
Your childrens souls can be forfeit.one child for
One more day.

No I said to the shango man
Come.close and take me away.
Ten years beneath the sythe is enough
Awaiting.dark to fall.

Come closer said the shango man
One step is to close our deal
So darkness fell before I
Could tell.

Tolling bells
Decent.
To
Hell.
Shango.

When I think about  the time that I spent
Crying in my beer. juke box pounding
misery form ear to ear.   (Clint Black)

I sang you gone a million years ago .
there was a hole where you were already
so when you closed the door behind you
I had already sang you gone.

Just a sweet refrain, a diminished chord.
a bit of reality misting away oh lord.
That hole you left is a hole in my heart
cause baby I have sung you gone.

As the days tick by  I fill that hole
with busy things,you know.
Able now to feel the ebb and the  flow
Visions of our used to be's  in my music

lyrics that I write,They echo about you
they can only take me to the window
as I look for somethings new
I'm sorry darling,there is a new dawn   rising
cause I long time sang you gone.

Blazing brightly in the night miles below on
Crete. Icarus plummeted. And puzzled.
The Phoenix shattered ablaze and battred

The phoenix Glances to the night sky.
As a bird of prey whizzes by.

Struck to ground.
Thundering sound.

Phoenix pauses beats his wings.
Flaming feathers burn and drift.

Rises slowly from the ashes.
Icarus crumbles in broken waxen wings.


Youthful tragedy. Never to rise.
No reclamation.

Silent hubris.
The dirge preceeds.
Then quietly

Receeds.

1.complete th bridge to the moon started by
Jules Verne and raise the Nautilus..

2.Rebuild the colossus of Rhodes to spec.

3.Take a trip to John Gotti's summer home and split a bottle of Boones
Farm apple wine with him and Emelia.

4. Pull a small sample of bone marrow from Hitlers shriveled corpse for a
Little cloning project that I have been working on.

5.get a head count on all the politicians in the capital who don't consider
Their position a life long free ride with no accountability to the masses..

6. Resurect the cold fusion argument.

7. Run a sub 2 minute mile.

8.kick Tysons but with my right hand tied.

9.mix the perfect martini

10. Start all over again.