There's all these ways to go; left, right, up, down,
and diagonal lanes. Some curve, some swerve
and some are long and
lonesome
Don't panic when you all get lost,  just got to look up  

there's songs that are way too long
but more importantly some just aren't
quite long enough.  
There's a song we can all sing; **** near
perfect rhyme.

There's people that bend over backwards,
others tend to bend over forwards. Some
take their time, others scurry,
Just remember to wag your finger or give a thumbs up

Walk with swagger, head up high, look 'em all in the eye.
Don't be something you're not
when you got nothing else to be. Surprise
them when you're down and you'll
never get counted out.

Big boiled blood,
Boiled big blood
Blood boiled big

Black soot, thousand flies
They're headed for your eye
grinder teeth sagging eyes

Busted ear drums
only seen here on top
of the pile of brimstone over there.

The blood boiled
over the pan, too high.
Carlos! I got Marlene.
          
              II
Moldy muddy maze
muddy moldy maze
maze moldy muddy

Tomato stained imperative notes
nails bitten, tied the tongue
Grease stains, hand and feet.

Yellow Teeth and nacho cheese
The teeth's termites
Don't let the shoes come off.

Rotten eggs, spoiled cheese
The bread is rock, crusty;
Mold muddy Maze

We were in the midst of the mossy oak
with some old bloke, my money was broke.
The moonlight tried to
guide us through but to no avail.
The man was pale even before we set sail.
We were the head and he was the tail
of the old coin no one
wanted to keep around their home; just in malls
Standing in the hall only knowin' how to stall
the onset of everything that's to fall.
The phone's always close to await the call
hopefully later than sooner.
His ghostly countenance eclipse
the cloud and moon, through the oak
one could never mistake sights of ghosts.

The world is full of dead carcass, brown leaves,
fallen trees, dirt grass, crushed dogs and cats and other pets.  

What's littered is always used, never new
cigarette butts, consumed cans and bottles, {wrappers}
and containers of all kinds.  
Everyone’s cars are ****.
Just piles of them throughout these gilded states.

Dead markets, one market.  {Do you have your receipt sir?}  
buildings crumbled down, ones with recycled wood,
ones used for a set in a movie.  

People gather like seagulls in the streets, with dead
skills and dead opportunity.  {No bread -- no dough.}  
The only thing that remains is the sound
of music. God forbid if this turns to
{shrunken} heads too.

Horrid scream and pull of {blood]. Who
Would have that you knew the girl
they showed on the news getting shot.
{They} make sure
you never forget { }
something you should have probably forgotten
{     }

She flies solo, glides freely floats softly
grace of that of a lonely hunter's dream. She can look
you in the eye and take you by surprise or she'll turn
you into Lot's wife.

She can walk, so slow or so fast, make anything
appear or vanish from path.  It's this that won't disintegrate,
but the gallows wait, they know the burnings won't last
but killing for justice won't ever pass.

Knock 'em dead the catalogue said, it's this you won't regret.  
It's not my eyes that are wrong for seeing, but the hands,
enable, events that were had. I turn back to look for her soft hands,
I turned back on her and now I'm a pillar of salt.

I sat there still and wake, couldn't breath, couldn't talk
but I could listen.  I heard it all.  I heard the stories. I heard things short and long.
I'm the pillars point of the world, people are mad, the pillars of marble
are left to toil and rot.

                                                      II
Feverous snakes coil and twist
While, soothing Medusa calls. Don’t You dare take a glance of horror or
Beware—
You’ll be hard as stone— blood diamonds

Her bed is snakes, drapes of spider webs, stone tile made from shale,
Slimy, slippy, scaled. Sticky.
Dark shadows and empty silhouettes— gaze
Wait, what’s just around that corner?

I hear her calling, my limbs—flesh
Not stone! Promiscuous queen,
*******, dark not pale, I’ll gouge my eyes before I’m caught dead
in your horrid bliss.

Her blood now fills the coral , of the red sea. So mystique and mastery
Of colors. All created from this
Hideous *****.

The oil it pops,
God it's hot,
This lot, I's my dots.

Scatter plots, disconnected spots
All I get taught,
Is sought and bought.

The dripping mops,
The spinning tops
They talk, and they walk.

The failing crops
grasshopper hop,
The flop will never stop.

Sopping wet socks,
The snow it locks
The doors and panes that lock.

Southward the birds flock,
In the trees that Hawk
Avoid men's cinderblocks

The future sulks,
as time does its stalk
of all upcoming squawks.

She can't pin me down,
her face ain't
smile nor grin
She had the look of
sin. Oh how she
pulled it off.
She coughs
and they're
all around. Nothing's wrong
she fools those
devils. I know
all too well;
For in the
morning
my pockets are
crisp and clean.
Sweet and blonde,
her eyes; they'll
stare through your
heart
She can't pin me down,
For I know, all too well