Doobies and records,
Doobies and records,

Kissing you is like doobies and records,

Let's sit on the carpet and see what type of sound we could measure;

Doobies and records,

We were born to make love under the sun,

So let's take this listening party outside for awhile,

As we lie down in the mystic,

We mingle with the esoteric,

Doobies they smelled, records we spun;

Collaborated on culture and shared wisdom from within,

Doobies and records made us friends,

We took one more hit and off in the distance we went,

Doobies and records,
Doobies and records,

Me and my lady took the first train to soft wild pleasure,

Held hands until the sunset matched our feet,

Even in loneliness our spirits join,

Doobies and records is a hell of a time,

Doobies and records will get you connected,

Connected with the soul of earth,

She's beautiful on top of the Apache dirt,

Doobies and records,
Featuring me and her,

But still all of my records
are generally regarded as:
gold;
are golden
are flawless;
are now historical fact.

All of my records
are infallible like the Pope
playing jacks with a superball.

All of my conversation records are mathematics
everything is accounted for;
nothing is glossed or groaned over.

All of my records
of every conversation
that I've ever had are not
just records.  
They are symbols for
bigger symbols for
everything.  All my records
say that art is everywhere.

Somewhere in these pages
the proof is there like pudding mix.
Everything you ever said
to me in pure form




Most are
HEY I AINT A SLEEP HEAD

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.