where i'm from,
we put towels on windowsills to keep out
     the cold -
dad replied

where i'm from?
we kept towels on the windowsills to hold in
     the heat,
mom beamed -

where i'm from, it's
     hot
and it's
cold
and i just need
some
fresh air

he's an Atheist
Paul said, with a jeer -
to Jane, rolling her big wet
and blue eyes -
Paul's an atheist
Jane's not - but, i
never asked Jane what it all meant
Jane, - i
didn't realize he'd be here
Jane, i didn't hear what he said
he's an idiot (a word she hates)
i like Jane
she too,
despises Paul.

you listen to their problems
their virtues their vice
there you are to listen, true
through blue skies turning grey into night
you, so shiny and white
you, who turned a blind eye to the life
chaotic and neutral -
mumbling men who still can't decide which side is right
tall mirrors of carnival colors
and daggers dance in the music -
dreams you never knew of any other
just painted faces of confusion,
visions violent will strike
when you least
expect, expect
allowing feelings to project
when you least expect it
you'll be projected, from that driver's seat

sleep
Like I used
To - Wake
Up like I
Used to -
i don't -
Need
It
Anymore.

I'm told, my smile is contagious
But I think I caught it from you
Maybe it was the way you'd hold my hand, with patience -
I knew, I was into something with you -
Maybe it was the Autumn breeze
with death on its teeth - chills of a dying star -
Maybe it was the darkness under trees -
bright stars, always out of reach -
Maybe, my mind has a mind of its own.
Just maybe, she'd like one night alone.
Maybe, just maybe, I should have hung up that phone.
But lately, baby, I wonder where you have gone
I wonder, where you have gone?

I do stuff
I pet dogs
Smile at babies
Make cash deposits
I work
I hear voices and I talk
to voices -
My voice, isn't me, it
isn't as deep, it's
As if the ideas - I think
are universal
Some cosmic case I cracked
has me a prisoner -
people say, it's a small world -
and I agree.

whenever i watch the news
i leave the room feeling weak and awful too
persuade me i'm unfaithful for eating a falafel
helicopters flash across my sky
more bloodshed to shock the soul
can't help but be asking why
obstacle after obstacle, is coming after me
even waking up is impossible, actually
i should say, i got to go, got to go
instead of sitting at the home, at home
see the world, you got lot's to grow, lot's to grow
but i'm firmly planted in outer space
everybody i used to know says i vanished without a trace
trying to be human without the race
trying to be honest without the consequence