For the sun we wait,
To hear a joyful tune,
But it departed late,
So say hello to the moon.

All we can do is search
The sky for sonnet’s best,
We should head on to the church
Because there we'll get some rest.

We've been listening for days
But still we hear no sound,
And to god we give our praise
But still no sound is found.

The moon is still sky high,
Above our deafened heads,
In the church we still reside,
Laying in uncomfy beds.

We don't really mind,
And we're not too certain why
Though now we're going blind
And very well might die.

In these beds we still lay,
And to god we still ask
When will come the day
That you may do a simple task?

A genre unattended,
A policy proclaimed,
Where a light is shined,
Is where a life is gained.

So let’s attend the ball,
And lets set sail tonight,
So when all the bombs go off
We'll still be doing alright.

It may take a while,
Forever it may be,
But when we finally get there,
Oh what a sight it'll be.

Tears from people here below,
Dripping from the skies,
What a sight to see,
From our water-colored eyes.

We haven’t been forgotten yet,
But this we do not know,
It's but a mere assumption,
for the rain just turned to snow.

The boat started rocking,
Going from side to side,
In the ocean there’s a whirlpool
it developed from the tide.

I’m not one for prayer,
But I'll do it just for you.
If I make it to the gates
I hope it’s you I run into.

Now everything is frozen,
Now everything is white,
Pretty please don’t leave yet,
I won’t make it through the night.

The waters are still,
The sea is now calm,
I look around for you,
Sweat pouring from my palms.

I search throughout the boat,
But you I do not see,
The Sun lights the horizon,
So there you'll surely be.

Dear God,
                  I want to be the Sole-Mate of my Soul-Mate.

You bathed in whisky
To freshen up for me.

You’re hundreds
Of miles away,
And yet,
I'm functioning
Perfectly fine.

don't feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.

be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain

who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.

juggling mates
and
attitudes

their
confusion is
constant

and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.

beware of them:
one of their
key words is
"love."

and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God

for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.

don't feel sorry for me
because I am alone

for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.

I am a dog walking
backwards

I am a broken
banjo

I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio

I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.

put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.