So you'd like to date my daughter,
This I can tell,
So line up behind the others,
And I'll see if you suit her well,

Now come here boy,
Just one to one,
Man to man,
It's okay, I may look stern, But I love to have fun,

So, son, what do you like,
Oh come on, you know what I mean,
What's your favorite curve on a woman's body?
Like *******, legs, thighs, ****, and do you like em thick or like em lean?

Oh ******* you say?
I see... I see...
Get out of my sight!
If you still want her, you will have to **** me!

Ah, you look like a nice chap,
what's your pleasure?
What's your favorite curve on a woman's body?
On which does her beauty measure?

Oh you like her rear?
Oh, well I do hope you like my daughter's,
For that's all you'll see as she walks away with me from you,
Sickening, disgusting, these gentlemen, not gentle but marauders,

Oh so it's legs?
Don't leave now and I'll break yours,
Oh so it's thighs?
Get out of my way! I'll find one who'll make her heart soar!

Last but not least...
Will I find no peace...?
So young man, I will ask you the same,
What of a woman has your testosterone release?

Well good sir,
Your daughter's attractive,
I cannot put this in ample words,
But it is not of that that she has my heart held captive,

I've heard you've asked of her body,
And my sir, if I may have the nerve,
For it is her smile, it is any woman's best curve,

Treat her well son.

You took my innocence
You took my sense of safety
You took my ability to trust
You changed my feelings on intimacy

But you gave me much more
You gave me awareness
You gave me caution
You gave me a blazing fire

A fire that burns inside
A fire to fight with
You had absolutely no idea
How much stronger I would be

You took my sense of safety
My ability to trust
But you gave me even more
A am forever a fighter

They have spent their
content of simpering,
holding their lips this
and that way, winding
the lines between
their brows. Old folks
allow their bellies to jiggle like slow
tamborines.
The hollers
rise up and spill
over any way they want.
When old folks laugh, they free the world.
They turn slowly, slyly knowing
the best and the worst
of remembering.
Saliva glistens in
the corners of their mouths,
their heads wobble
on brittle necks, but
their laps
are filled with memories.
When old folks laugh, they consider the promise
of dear painless death, and generously
forgive life for happening
to them.

Muted streetlight hovers on a glistening sidewalk
I walk in the street holding my own hand
Every day my life’s like straddling the yellow line
Between speeding cars in both directions
I never could find a palm the right temperature
I never could direct the traffic in my mind
I never could do quite anything as well as you, so
My self-worth rented a room in your head
And it plans to stay there
The hotel is snowed in
It plans to stay there
Somewhere I’m walking in wildflowers
Sharing the sun with everything I sense
But here I’m stuck, suspended indoor rust
Growing like mold on everything I touch
I never could find a complacent day
I never could direct my feet to ignore their stares
I never could be quite anything that you could, so
My self-worth rented a room in your heart
And it plans to stay there
The hotel is snowed in
It plans to stay there
And here, there are no future plans
She said, don’t you go making future plans
Their torture lingers in my solar plexus
The time has come to pray
Yeah, while they play with me

Her body is poetry and her curves are the words.
Her eyes are the hook and her lips, a cryptic verse.
As much as she pours out, there's not much you'll really know.
There's memories she hides, and even more that she won't let go.
She's simple at its best, yet chaotic at her worst.
She'll catch you with her hook, and leave you with her verse.

He sits in his rocking chair
Moon on his lap
He asks his wife for some more ice
In his eyeball-glass
She looks out the kitchen window
Eyes fixed on Antares-
The fish hook of the sky
Mars’ rival in its palace
She wonders why, if hunter’s dead,
She still feels strong desire
“**** yourself before it kills you”
Whispers the star of fire
The son sits Indian style
Upon his race-car bed
He prays to Pluto and the sun
And ponders in his head,
“Am I proud to be an earthling?”
“Could my skin transform to fur?”
Then he closed his eyes
And realized
It’s not as they are
But as they were

Passed this city and that one.
Passed familiar and unfamiliar and back to familiar again.
Tread on tired tires spinning and wheels spinning in my head.
Passed possible alien invasion and then arriving back at home.
Home?
And you'll remember the red dirt and the red cheery faces as onlookers tell you you're doing such a good thing and the red red red in our stomach telling us no, this isn't the way it should be.
Red stop lights keep you from returning south, impeding your movement, stuck in hot pavement, dust storming about as you search for what you found.
A glimmer of when the world was like cotton but our minds were clear.
You'll reach across yourself into the well of public opinion and pull out the mask of happy faces and walk on into your new life.
Forgetting joy.
And infinity.
And wine in chipped coffee cups and cigarettes bought in secret in the dead of night and songs that are too painful to bare and floors that feel like a feather bed and touches that leave no need for a heater and the joy that you forbid yourself from feeling.
And me.
Forget me, too.

When do you really lose them?
Is it when they up and die
Or is it when the diagnosis
Is one that makes you cry?


When you forget just how they sounded
Or just how they really looked
Do you lose them over time?
Do you forget the food they cooked?

You know you can bring them back with music
One song will bring them here
You'll remember how they sounded
One song and they are here
You'll remember when you met them
You'll remember how they smelled
One song and you'll remember
All the feelings that you held

Do you lose them when they're buried?
When you put them in the ground
do you keep an old phone message
To remember how they sound

Just because it takes more time now
To get a picture of their face
Doesn't mean that you have lost them
They're still all around the place

You know you can bring them back with music
One song will bring them here
You'll remember how they sounded
One song and they are here
You'll remember when you met them
You'll remember how they smelled
One song and you'll remember
All the feelings that you held

You never really lose them
They're in the music and your heart
You can bring them from the ether
Just when the music starts

So know, they've never left you
They're as close as close can be
Though you can't remember how they sounded
And they take some time to see

You know you can bring them back with music
One song will bring them here
You'll remember how they sounded
One song and they are here
You'll remember when you met them
You'll remember how they smelled
One song and you'll remember
All the feelings that you held