I listen
and I hear
the sound
of a radio
that is off
the station
and I don't
make a move
to fix it while
I sit here involved
neck deep in
mental *******.

Sometimes you can't
find any justice anywhere,
oh sure you run into
a little here and a little there.

Just like the heat can
push you out into the cold,
leaving your bones
feeling bought and sold.

We all need love
and I'm no exception,
I can't stand still,
no not for rejection.

All I wanted was a little magic
I didn't want no voodoo,
I didn't want to crash and burn,
not like you do.

I'm plugging my ears
to stop the noise and
******* the wound
to rid me of the poison.

I have to roll up my
sleeves and dig in the dirt,
try to repair the damage,
now that wouldn't hurt.

So what's so hard
about blowing you off,
leaving me alone to
collect my thoughts.

But it feels so lonely
knowing we'll be done
I'm a little lovelorn
after the setting sun.

I grew so tired
of all your lies
and to take them as truths
just wouldn't be wise.

Still it's a matter
of setting thing straight,
no more will I jump in
and take your bait.

Instead of missing you I'm just going
to get used to not having you around,
I deal with it better that way or
at least that's what I've found.

  © 2013

This don't work too well
no it's not very nice,
I should have stayed away
taken my own advice.

Things could be a little better
if you'd move a little closer,
move a little closer
and warm things up.

Now I like my life
it seems to serve me well,
if you're going to be my lover
well you got to be my pal.

Forget the shouldn'ts
and forget the shoulds,
it's just a crime when things don't
work out the way they could.

Yes, it feels like my life
has served me well,
I'd say I'm happy
but sometimes it's hard to sell.

Don't you come down
on me 'cause it didn't fly,
it's not a crime if
you don't fly so high.

I'm going to move
on back to my single bed,
it's better to rule a lot of little
than to have a King Size contention

I've got my problems,
too many to mention,
but it could be better you bet ya'
if you come and warm this old heart of mine.

Maybe move a little closer
and warm things up
move a little  closer and say you're mine,
come on move a little closer and warm things up.

  © 2013

Out in space on the other side of the earth
where the world of water blocks out the sun,
you look outward to see the stars burn bright
without Earths atmosphere they don't flicker,
they shine strong and the total darkness calls,
it calls God to your heart, while the milky way
is a band of white, leading to where? Perhaps,
back to the Garden.  Here on Earth, between
these ears, where the battle of the soul rages
and your conceit grips you with two hands
around your neck while you try and run away
in the other direction, or maybe you'll just sit
in the **** while a legion of devils whisper in
your ear. The Hounds of Hell, they aren't satis-
fied when you hold out a biscuit shaped like a
bone, no, they want to gnaw your bones to pulp,
they lift there leg and **** on you as you stand
there shaking, shaking like leaves on a tree and
you know your only hope is to bow your head
down and get down on bended knee. Go to the
Cross and from the dirt on the ground look up
to that naked figure there that paid the price, the
God-Man sent to fight the battle for you. All you
need to do is ask, go to your closet and in the darkness
of that small closet with its four walls in arms reach
and all of its ghosts with their hot breath breathing
down your neck permeating your pores and let your
Spirit pray.  Keep praying as the tears roll down to soak
your breast, pray until your eyes puff red. Pray that the
Christ saves you rather than not; as you've been the Devils
play toy for so, so long, and if you don't choose when you
know the difference God may just move on, move on to
save a soul that really wants to be saved. How ignorant and
arrogant we are about the Laws of the Universe, about the law
of cause and affect, about living a life of faith and instruction.


© 2013

If you box
the ace of spades
you know your
luck is going
to change,
it's going to change
for the worse.

And if you
box the *****
you're liable to
play until you
empty your purse.

What's it called
when you know
your place,
keep calm behind
those dark glasses
that hide your
oh so easy to read
poker face.


© 2013

i
don't
have
a
steady
job
but
my
expenses
are
low,
you
could
say
that
i've
been
blessed
with
all of
what
i've
got
and
all
of
what
i know.

i
like
the
clothes
on
my
back
and
i
have
a nice
place
to live,
i've
got
friends
who
love
me,
because
you
see,
i get
as
good
as
i give,
ah- huh,
yes,
all
of
my
needs
are met,
and
it's
all
because
i
give
just
as
good
as i get.

i like
my
music
and
i like
my
wine,
i know
everything
will
work
out
alright,
whether
it's
pouring
rain,
or
the
weather
is fine,
i
will
be
leaving
all of
my
lonesome
troubles
oh
so
far
behind.

when
the
sun
goes
down
and
i am
ready
to rest,
i
call
out
for
my
baby
because
i know
that
she
will
give
me
her best.
oh yes,
my
baby
can be
a sweet
little thing,
she's a
real
free spirit
don't you know,
when
i call her
'sweetheart'
she
doesn't
crack
a smile,
and
'honey'
don't work
for
anything
anyhow.
when
i call
her
'babydoll'
it
doesn't
raise
the
roof,
but
when
she
calls
me
'god',
oh
my
'god',
that's
when
i get
my
proof.


© 2013

In
the
city
in the
sky,
Gothic
clouds
pelt
the
eye.

In
the
city
in the
sky,
we
have
supper
by
five.

In
the
city
in
the
sky
we stay
out
late
at night
when
the need
feels
great
and
the
time
is right.

In
the
city
in
the sky
there
is no
gnashing
at the
bit,
you
step
up
and
fill
your
plate,
you
feel
so
good
just as
you
should,
it is
your
natural
state.

In
the
city
in the
sky,
death
is
no more
and
religion
has
been
shown
the door.

In
the
city
in
the
sky,
there
is peace
and
brotherhood
and love
reigns
all,
just
as it
should.

© 2013

When you make a joke online have you equipped or are you equipping.© 2013

Fresh back
On the street
From prison
A pumped up
Hilarious Hercules
Forced to sleep
Under a bridge
Along with
The broken
And dead
Wind blown umbrellas

Now, yet another
Up-rooted
Member of the homeless
Flashing his *******
At these so called modern times
Not even a bottle of wine
To keep him company

The whining engines
Of passing cars
Echoing off the
Concrete and steel
Ripping and tearing
At his overblown ego
shredding it into strips

He knows it wont be long
Before he returns to a cell block
By his own choice
Not knowing anything
But a life of crime since his youth

95% of what
spews forth
from her mouth
is a lie
and the other 5%
are faslehoods
born of ignorance.

Her tales are so tall
the fire bragade
has to use a ladder
to remove her
from her tree
of denial.

She wishes it
weren't so,
but her Doctor
told her though,
she's going to
have a life full
of chaos
and will miss
all those moments
of bliss.

She'll shatter
the lives
of her children,
putting them
in harms way,
pulling them
out from
her burning building.

There is no
turning back,
she's past the
point of no return,
those who
look upon
her life say
burn baby burn.

If she were
on fire
I wouldn't ****
on her to
save her day,
every time we meet
I just want her to go away.


©  2013

Brenda'lee, Brenda'lee,
no i can't chase you girl.
Brenda'lee, Brenda'lee,
you're just too fast for me.

200 miles to see you i come
and you won't get outta bed,
make me mad and then some,
now what has got into your head.

Sometimes you're so lovey dovey girl,
you make my head spin,
then you go and freeze me out,
seems sometimes, i can never win.

Now, Brenda'lee, we've known each other
for so many years,
why not get a little closer
instead of giving me the gears.

If there ain't no change in the weather, darlin',
i'm going to have to give you up.
I should have known better baby,
next time i'll have better luck.


©   2013

Sitting outside
on the deck
this spring night,
having what
I tell myself
will be my last
cigarette.

One lone
June bug,
in all its
bug ugliness ,
bashing its self
against the
patio door,
bounding
off the glass
to the outdoor light
and back again.

Two cats
peering out
the window,
their heads bobbing
up and down.

They turn
to face each other
as if to say...

"That ain't no ******* bird".

It's like a catch-22
you're ****** if you don't
and ****** if you do.
I don't want to be owned,
owned like a slave.
Told what to do think
and how to behave.

I tell you what,
while I do the prep work,
you stand at the door
and keep six
and  I'll put a match
to the spoon
and cook us up another fix.

Waiting for Mister Green
is like having
an extra hole in my head.
Some days living in this world
feels like I'd be better off dead.
Yes they'll loose the lions
in the Coliseum's ring,
but it's not over until it's over.
Or until you let the fat lady sing.


© 2013

Any other day
Would have
Been fine.

I would have
Pulled out
The coffee ***
And greeted you
With open arms.

I would have
Served up
The sweets
And dusted off
The wing back chair.

I would have
Pulled out the whiskey
Poured a couple
And told tales tall.

Any other day
I would have
Put the world
On hold.

Turned off
The ringer
And given you
My undying
attention.

Any other day
But not today.

Train whistle blowin',
everybody knowin'
the time 'till the
end of days is growin'.

But the warmth
of your naked heart
embraces me,
letting me know
that everything
is going
to be alright.

To know this
is to understand
that I am here to love
and to be loved,
not to live in fear
of what is to come.

Everything is
as it should be,
leaving me
no end to see,
and infinity
becomes
the destiny.


© 2013

I saw joy today,
she was peeking out
from behind yonder's wall.

A passing fancy,
a snowball's chance in hell.

Give me
what you got
then move along.

Hush now,
don't say a word,
quit ***** footin' around,

get to the heart
of the matter,
lay it on me,
don't hold
nothing back.

Unfolding
as it should,
a divine plan
run amock...

God soldiers on
casting shame
on this ball-and-chain.

So pass the peas
and pop the corn,

kick your shoes off
and rest your mind
in the palms
of your hands.

Lean back
and gobble
the grapes
Spill the wine
along the way,
it's only
a bridge
heading
nowhere fast.

A slippery *****
sliding into
a fresh new suit,
no shackles
for bangles.

Take the free ride
with the price
of admission,
pay attention now,
that's the ticket.

Easy boy whoa,
whoa boy
easy now,
whoa boy whoa.

© 2013

Here's to you,
I'll raise my glass.
You don't lie worth ****
but I'll let that pass.

I didn't say
that it was wrong
to live on the dark side,
it just isn't for me.

I told you
what I wanted
and you told me
how you felt.

It appears that
I was just another
notch on your
yard long belt.

It's too late
to take back
the things we said,
whether they
were said in the kitchen
or said in the bed.

You're not hard
to look at,
but that just won't do,
you're poison to my system,
worse than the flu.

For a while
we were on a roll,
until it came to the point
that you asked me
to sell my soul.

You lied so much
and now you play
the old stand by card,
how you are afraid of me,
that I just make your life so hard.

But it isn't me that makes the calls,
leaving message after message,
they all start with rants,
as soon as I hear your voice
I hit save.
I don't listen later,
why I keep them
is a mystery to me.
It looks as if now
you are just some part of my history.

Yes, now things are different,
our friendship of years is dead,
still I find I need a turn-key,
one to unlock my head.

I ache for the
love of your children,
the ones that
I have known for years.
on the outside I don't cry
but on the inside
I'm full of tears.

Now that our friendship
is dead and gone
I know I have to grieve,
what I don't know
is in what way
and for how long.

Things will change,
they always do
but there is no chance
that they will change for you.

I still love you,
I love you as a friend.
But your addictions
are so bad of a sign
that killing you softly
is what comes to mind.

Yesterday, as well as today,
I miss what was,
I miss what was the good.
Your children must
be so confused,
that I  no longer come around,
but to try and keep up the game
would not be very sound.

And now I hear
through the grapevine
that you are pregnant once again.
You can't afford the ones you have,
to include another is nothing
short of insane.

Your partner lives thousands
of miles away so he can make
the money it takes
to feed and clothe the ones
already here,
while you take his checque
and spend hundreds a month on
entertaining your fair weather friends
and beer.

You kept me around
as long as I was your go- to- guy,
someone to babysit
and drive you around.

When I started saying'no'
everything changed.
Nothing will be different
until your life
is rearranged.

There became no more requests to visit,
no invites for supper.
Well that is all well and good
but for the most part
it's your children that suffer.

So it's good bye, so long,
you've cut me out of the family.
But I guess everything must come to an end.
My only hope is that you will pull
yourself together and once more
I'll be able to call you a friend.

I'm all about forgive and forget,
I'm just not there yet.
Your slap in the face
when I brought over
your Christmas gifts
and what you said to
my friends.

Just as there are always
so many beginnings,
I see that there are also
so many ends.

Inside I cry,
outside I grimace,
but it is what it is none the less.

So here's to you,
may you hold it together.
May the days you have in store
be called somewhat better.
for now let us keep
our distance,
steer clear of one another
right down to the letter.

Once you can put down the glass
and return to what is the real world,
perhaps we can talk again,
perhaps we can 'let it go'
and once more address each other as 'my friend'.

© 2013

Winter snow is so high.
to jump out into it
is to jump into the sky.

The woman downstairs
has nowhere to go
as of tomorrow.

What will the universe grant her,
what is it, does she need faith?

Spirit people floating
like snowflakes in the air.

The woman downstairs
thinks worried thoughts,
contemplating the street
and its harshness.

Could I be witnessing
a fall from Grace.

© 2011

Down under
with faceless fear.
Thunderclap
sounds wonder.
Drip,drip,
of one too many tear.

Caught
between
you and I,
a spark
burned hot.

Reaching in,
drawing back.
A bellows billows black.

I can't
wonder
where or when,
what it was we had,
and will it ever
be back again.

The long lost love
lost its luster.
Too much too soon,
Much too much
trust to muster.

You said
you didn't want
to hurt me,
but still you did.

I never wanted to hurt you,
but still I did. Some times
I can clearly see where it is that
I bring sorrow.

We bounced around
and called it fun.
We hid ourselves
not wanting to hurt,
we played the lie
and took what
we thought
was the best.

But inside now,
I see it for what it was,
it was just a curve ball
sinking fast.

Sometimes,
in my right mind,
I clearly see why
I feel the guilt
and the shame.

When your pain
or some symbol
of your grief
lay
spread eagle
over my not so picture
perfect day,
and in my
undaunted attempt to
kick your dark
memory
to the curb.


When I
can see where
I caused you sorrow,
I have to
justify it,
stop
thinking
about it,
put it...
off until tomorrow.

I sometimes wonder
if there really is
any winners
or losers
in break-ups,
or if it is only the prep work
while the chef
shouts out his or her maniacal orders.

I did once look
at my past loves,
(if you can call them that).
The only common denominator
I could come up with
as to why they didn't hold true amd work
was me..
So there I go,
who's to blame who.
That just amounts to,
That's that...

© 2013

You can change, you've heard that said,
just listen to me, I know what you need to do.
Bring your ear down to my lips..

Listen close and then you'll know,
it won't be before you up and blow,

that ****** green eyed monkey away.
Shoot it square in the head,
right between those beady eyes.

Leave it there,
leave it for dead,
and dead is where it's going to stay.

You could never give it away,
and you can't to this day,
but you can't take any more..
you have to even the score.

No wearing your heart
on the cuff of your sleeve.
You've got to give your self
some room to breathe.

You could never give it away,
and you can't to this day.
You can't give what you don't own,
it was taken from you along time ago.

Taken away when you were very young,
and repeatedly stolen when you reached out to touch it.

How you  shut yourself down,
it's a wonder in its self,
was this the only way to cope with what was..

if you were at least able to give
half as good as you get
you wouldn't crave all the time
making you the misfit those thought you were.

It hasn't been with much in the way of style
that you have let your teardrops fall,
it's been a while
since you had the real thing,
it's been a long long time
since you just let loose
and had a good hard cry...
even longer since you let your heart sing.

Every time you find something that you say 'is to die for',
it up and dies on you. I think it's time for that righteous cry.
Just let it loose, don't wait for the tide.

Cold and lonely
this life you've been living,
perhaps it's time to take a day trip,
rent a car and drive on out of here.

Maybe make it a weekend and go for broke,
hell take a week and drive on out to the other coast.

Stop asking your self
how can you grow up
when you are a child of God,
just remember all the times you were able to hold on when life was so hard..

So kiss those dreams and set them free.
If you could wouldn't you just trust in the Universe
and set those things that are yours to begin with free,
free to come back ten-fold.

Life is too short,
that says it all.
But it doesn't mean at times
it won't be a long hard crawl.

Don't you just carry your light
in to another room.
We can't be here for the bare bones,
The daily bread you think you have to buy
in the supermarket.

If that's the case
I would just lay down and die,
right here, right now.

There is so much more that meets the eye.
If it isn't just a nice day it's someone helping someone in a good, kind way.

I set my own traps and after I learn that... it will be time to move on.

end  


© 2013

You and your lover
are quick to give the sign
that you are okay in their books.
While you pepper up my girlfriend
with words of me not so kind.\

I have done my utmost to be polite,
and even that one night when we were drinking,
you were laughing your ***** off.. was that play-acting?

I don't find your need to use bi-****** humor for every second joke
to be anything but in need of a good therapy group, perhaps you can find help there.

You didn't even have the ***** to confront me face to face... no, no you chose to be two-faced.
You chose to talk to OUR mutual friend about some problem you are having with me...
.Couldn't you hear her scream out under pressure of a new job and not much time to spend with friends and family... how self-absorbed are you... man when you told me you were in your 30's I thought you were an adult. All you've managed to do is hurt feelings and demand like a little child that you wan t your all-mighty will to be carried out.... Well guess what pal.. this fella wants some coin if you want him to play a part... better yet.. just go **** yourself.



© 2013

Fill the basin
to half full,
cram them in to
white bubbly soapy
HOT water.

Too hot for hands
and a dish cloth...
wait, write a poem.

Have a cup of coffee
and pat myself
on the back
for doing three things
all in the same bunch of moments.

What can be said,
you dig in...
****, water's still to hot.

Pour myself another coffee
and daydream about
a new Dish Washer,
one where I can hide them suckers
and have a clean counter.


© 2013

If the world
was my cloister,

I can't get away
as i sit here
and I think
and I realize
I don't know a lot
of anything.

All I thought I knew
was a lot of nothing.


With the world as my cloister.

It leaves me thousands of miles to move
but I can't escape that
the world is my cloister.

If it were true
and the world was mine,
there would be more chanting than ranting,

Less greed and more charity.

If the world was my cloister,
vision and empathy would be
King and Queen.

Hurt and suffering abiding side by side
with love, grief and joyfulness.

What do you do in a cloister with so many people..
You try and live together.

You try and dream together.

I feel so lonely
after the setting sun.
Just like some lead
in a spagetti western,
holed up above the saloon,
feeling those four walls
are keeping me from running free.

I have to slam the door
'cause I'm going down
to see what I can see.

I like  a little here and I like a little there,
I ain't no smooth operator and swag's just another tag
to try and get the young ones 'cause usually the older knows better.

Isolation pushes me out,
yes, it's nice to meet other people.
But when the stones start flying
I'm at the end of my block,
but on the other hand,
I can really love hard,
I can love harder than a rock.

While you were feeling
a bit like a head trip
I must admit
I wanted a few benefits
with that friendship.

You don't have to tell me baby,
it was going no where,
I guess it's true..
' in love and war.. all is fair'.

All I wanted was
to have some fun
'cause if it isn't any fun,
then I'm long gone.

You know baby
it hasn't been fun for a very long time.
Now when it's down to hanging with you
it makes me fell like I'm dying.

So what's so hard about blowin' you off,
be by myself and collect my thoughts.
That's what's been missing all along.
So it's bye-now...so long.

I imagine this and I imagine that,
hanging with you
sure does lack,
so the deck is stacked
and my bags are packed.

You rub me wrong, yes you do,
and I rub you the wrong way too.
You are who you are.. ain't no margin for error,
just don't come crawling back
like some god- awful  night terror.

© 2000

All Rights Reserved.

I look to the past
and I am reminded
of how my father
abused his lungs
for a buck and twenty years.

The only thing he has to show for it
is a small pension, a Seiko watch
and an oxygen tank.

At 84 his mind is keen
but he can't even water the flowers
without losing his breath.

Every year that passes
he says it's going to be his last.
He just sent me his engraved watch
telling me it's a keepsake.

When the dealer has dealt
his last hand, I want to be there,
like it was when I was a kid
and I didn't even know what
'pour me *******' meant.

All he says to me now is
"don't hang your head in shame,
hold your head high
when you come face to face
with your maker".

© 2012


All Rights Reserved.

I'm going down
to the local bar
to see one of
the toilets.
I'm goin' to
try and be
a star..
see if the shoe fits.

I'm goin' to find
a beat whether
it's crap or rap.
I'm goin' to
put my hands
in my armpits
and hope to hell
I don't got the clap,
and shout it out
'cause it'll be about
something,
even if it's the *****.

Every time
I hear the phrase
'Hip Hop'
I think of Easter
being on its way.
I'm going to call me
Vanilla not so nice,
the whitey who rolls them dice,
don't get caught in no trap
like all those other mice.

Hell, now I'm flippin' house's,
what a way to land on your feet..
and I still hear my songs on the radio..
...not often mind you.

Lot's of people make mistakes
while others get some breaks,
Now I may have said some things
to get yourtail feathers up..
but don't you worry about me,
I can take the blow-by-blow.
It could be a lot worse don't you know.
I could be some numb nuts like David Allan Coe.

I could leave this one to rest
because it's most clearly
not one of my best,
but it woke me up one morning
and I had to right it down..


© 2012

You can just
get out of my face.

Your response to
some one not liking you,
is to not like them back.

Here's a thought,
why don't you try
changing the way you act.

You may be a friend of a friend
but that alone does not garner respect.

I call you 'Tomorrow' because
that's when I want to see you
and every body knows
tomorrow never comes.

You had better hope
that some of the things
that you say come back to haunt you
because nowadays not too many
even what to say boo to you.


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Some
get stressed
over the very small.

Like they 'can't stand the heat from the kitchen,'
so they leave only to jump from the 'frying pan in to the fire'.

If any one is going to pull my strings,
that would be me.

Although I do..   ...one thing you can't call me is a liar.
I've given them the benefit of the doubt,

You told me to trust them,
then I had to yank my fore-hand
up to the bridge of my nose
so as to stop them from poking
me in my own two eyes
with their own *******.

.yuckyuck....end


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to hold the universe
    i left my mind        
and
the edge of spirit
                      became the
                       boundary line.
   the whole
                       is hidden
                                     in the darkness.


i die to live
    with the hope
over having hold over angels..

yesterday, i courted your way...
believing that the riseing ashes
would bring an unimaginel glory.

Now, once again
i'm  on a mission.

now i can move ahead,
   not staying home in stead.

what do  you do.. you do it well.  you
live and learn,
be pulled this way and to be pulled that way.
and what's the alternative.... lay down a die.

I am in awe on this sunny day,
no one will speak their turn.
And I won't accept your calls.

I flash thinking about it,
just like an old poleroid.

The glossy finish
shows your blemishes..

Square corners
show your slough.

I look at the ground,
seeing pictures that could be taken.
.

I see that all is beautiful.
I am in awe on this sunny day.


© 2011

Spine twisted recompense
and all that was, is not.

Fortune buried in  a field
and I stand on the wrong
side of the fence
with my plastic shovel.

Wisdom brings responsibilities pain.

If I should hold too tight hugging
the kettle
I shall burn my arms.

What good to burn my arms.

Better to cut them off
and go through life
eating with my feet.



© 2005

You say something to one person
and they say something to some one else.

Someone is always rolling over in their grave.
Even to die isn't enough to be left alone.

Sometimes it's hard to find a single friend,
no not a one to be found.

Don't be thinking you're too cool to avoid the bombs,
they're getting dropped no matter who you are.

You might think you're something,
but you're just another face in the crowd.

So don't talk too loud and carry a big stick,
sometimes it's like a ball of snot on your finger that you just have to flick.

It can get you down if you let it,
but I bet it just falls away if you just keep your hands in your pockets and button your lip.


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I offer up something
and you don't care..
You tell me that I am unhappy
like it's a sin.

Why would I continue
to let you in
only to have heartache on top of heartache
with no one but my self to blame.

You're better off calling
your
"same old used to be".
It's more likely that
he will have something to do with you.

Because I won't, it's been a slice,
enough is enough! Getting rid of you
is like shaking off a vice

And as for your friends,
well you can have them too.
Everybody gets lonely sometimes
but I won't be thinking of you.

Sure I wanted to play
and that's why I did,
But let's face it...
You can't stand me when I'm drunk
and I can't stand you when I'm sober.

No matter how you choose to say it,
it's just another way of saying it's over.

I know you know that you didn't fool me.
I knew you knew that I just wanted to play.
You knew you knew just how to ***** me,
so what fair was it for me to stay.

Your *** was good but your strokes
didn't count for much.
It wasn't just my pleasure,
though it sure felt good.

If you could have ****** my brains out
I might have stuck around.
But all your choice just brought me down.

Like banging a drum
                      passed the graveyard,
it's all he can do
to tell himself.. it's not hard.
The tombstones cast an iery light,
you can hear the faint sounds of trombones
caught behind the moon
on this chilly night.

One makes stands
higher than the other,
he recognizes this
to be his brother.

Then he takes out the fold-together  *****
from his back-pack,
and commences to dig.
He digs and he digs,
the pile of dirt grows around him..

then all of a sudden.. clunck-clunck...
he hits the ornate casket with a rock hammer,
that casket that was bought and sold
by the many wails and tears
of the family and friends.


out strikes the rock hammer,
...thud...thud...,thud.

he says to himself.. this must be hardwood...****.. I should have brought a drill!.

aghh the life of a grave robber... not quite a coffin cheater.
his hands are ***** now, and the midnight sky twinkles dissent.

it's plain though,yes its plain,it's plain it's plain...

Digging' up your own brother for a watch and a suit that might not even fit you.. and what else.. a couple of rings.......  good luck to you.


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On his head
  was tattooed
           a number,

While through
        his mind flew
                destruction..

Over his shoulder blew Kong,
    and upon Kong's war plate of torture,
    and a vice gripped and girdled waist,
with spikes tipped to rip any mans flesh.

A chain mail vest webbed with deceit,
   and acute, dispirited despair
     lay sheathed beside his broad hips.

You see him and terror grips,
               when through his eye
                  your eyes are reflected.

                    What is your number.

Guess all
      you want,
           it can't be read
                back to front
                   in the mirror.

It can't be
scrubbed clean
with the finest of lye.

Your number is your number
           and when it's up, it's up.


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Now and then,
as I remember when.

Such a warm feeling
          washes over me.

A smile crosses my face,
can you believe it I say.
We used to be that way.

So much has passed,
    no one thing has
        been long to last.

I am glad that
  you were there,
and you are with me now.

Not so much
    in the physical,
if not every bit of you.

You are in my mind,
    and my body's cells.

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This doesn't work too well,
no it's not very nice.
I should have stayed away,
taken my own advice.
Things could be better
if you'd move a little closer,
move a little closer
and warm things up.

Well now, I like my life,
it seems to serve me well.
if you're going to be my lover,
well you've got to be my pal.
just forget the shouldn'ts
and forget about the shoulds.
It's just a crime
when things don't work out
the way they could.

Rolling, rolling, rolling.
A little something
is better than nothing at all.
the only positive thing
is that all is said and done now,
yea it's all been said and done.

Things could be a little better though,
if you'd move a little closer now,
come on a little closer
and warm things up.

It feels like my life ...it has served me well,
I'd say I'm pretty happy,
though some times it's hard to sell.

Don't you come down on me,
'cause I didn't fly,
it's not a crime if you don't fly too high.

I'm going to move on back
to my single bed.
It's better to rule a lot of a little
than to fight with a king-size contention,
but it could be better, yes it could.. you betcha.

Come on and warm up this old heart of mine,
maybe move a little closer and everything will be fine.
come on little darlin',
move a little closer and warm things up,
come on a little closer and warm things up.


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It isn't always the cream
that rises to the top,
sometimes it's the scrum.

Some times it's the slop
that makes the piggies come.

Get your sorry *** out of here,
bye now, so long.

Is Fear when you don't have Love?
And in the end, it's not about
how you do it,
any more than how you don't.

Which hand's got what,
get your sorry *** out of here.
Bye now, so long.

Fear? What's left to be afraid of,
What haven't I done been ****** over by?

God have mercy on me,
give me some of your sweet mercy,
have some mercy on me.

Lord you know it ain't right.
If this is foreplay, gimme more play... (69).
I can't wait to see what happens next!


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Time u luckout on the 13th,
                                 times luck don't go your way
                 ah what you say, what you say...
         it's like walkin' past a graveyard bangin' on a drum...

Sunday, the day of rest... liqour store opens in 6 and 1/2 hours.. wait now, can't drink on a Sunday at noon.. holy **** that's just asking for some gas to spit on the fire.

5:45..tomwaits on low.. heard the neighbour's baby about 30 minutes ago, like I say.. Tom Waits on low.  Got my Epiphone semi-electric... it's not too loud.  Think I'll go for a drive although I told my gal that I'd just drive home... I got coffee on the go now...

See that hill
Across the way
In the winter
You would slide
And you would play
Letting the snow
Get in your face
You would be
Moving to the groove
Setting the pace
I did have fun watching
On the gleaming banks
From the snowy sidelines
My bones being old
Yes, I'll watch you
And yes, we will know
Just what coasting is

Feel like I'm on the mend.. somedays I feel like a broke down old VW bug and it bugs me.


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Hi, my name is Gene and I'm an alcoholic... Hygiene... clapclapclap.

Sometimes I feel it, yes I do,
I 'm wrapped around your finger, yes I am.
The way you do my head, it just ain't no good,
the way you do my head, it's nothing like a good girl should.


She slinks up behind you bro,
she's hid in the garden, don't you know.

Nobody could say she's before her time,
she will sneak up behind you
and commit the perfect crime...


But it's alright, yea it's okay,
I'll get what I can, just for today.
Yes it's alright, yea it's okay.
I'm getting just what I'm needing, just for today.



Well she'll slink up behind you bro,
she has hid out in the garden don't you know.

Nobody can say she's before her time,
she has hid in the garden, don't you know.
And nobody can say that she is before her time,
she will sneak up behind you and commit the perfect crime.


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Like the sour
taste in your mouth,
or the canker sore
on the tip of your tongue.  

The sweet taste
of mother's milk,
stopped up,
for formula.

Poor child,
a curse that
leaves him
clutching
for a latex ******.

When I asked her 'do you have any latex she thought i was talking about paint.. when she asked if I was going to capitalize my i..i said no 'cause that's the way i roll.

They say that
Robert Johnson
and Bob Dylan
sold their Souls
to Beelzebub.

It's just like
them there
preachers..
all they want
is a wee donation
of five little dollars.

Give me your poor
they say, but not too poor...
We've got a spire that we desire.

And forget the soul
of the bed sore *****.  

We want you all...
though the bone white ones,
they get First Class
on the Jesus Jet.

just like
you
to
not
always
hate them,
the
death of
infatuation
kills
the manners.

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Back to the
subtle pool
of dark and deep
that law below
illumination.

Wriggling,
slippery
scales
in a pool
so deep
it is hard to see.

Down the hall,
in the realm
of control,

pulling into light
a dark shadow,
maybe  two,
but one.

Pull it close,
to touch it
in mind.
To know it
and own it
and to let
it go
into a
watershed
of tears.

To eat  
its self
and
its own.
To be chewed
by its kind.

So deep
and dark
and
subtle,
this
fooling
pool
of mind.


© 2005

Water under
the bridge,

rolling
and
tumbling,

kissing
the river's
edge,

trees
bend
in a breeze.

A  lonesome
moon
calls out
to the stars
ignoring
their
true
light.

A *****
strikes
the earth,

over turning
a crawlers
night lunch.

A bottle
of ***
shared
by two

who steer
clear
of the fires
orangey
fingers.

Fingers
to fry
the catch
under
the
night's sky.