she cut me like paper
she shut my front door
she saw my true nature
don't like me no more

she heard out my story
she thought it a bore
she laid it out for me
don't like me no more

she took back the smiles
she gave me before
she went through the trials
don't like me no more

she ended the inning
she settled the score
she forfeited winning
don't like me no more

she bit through the madness
she chewed on the core
she spat out the sadness
don't like me no more

twenty years making
          sixty eight seconds
precious abandon

steeping on the stove
          heavy metal ringing
singing in the kettle

diamonds in the gutter
         sixty twenty gone

burns throat on the way down

raging chariots of fire

bitter salts but solemn

vengeance of the empire

Three in the morning
My name is Jack And I jump
Trying to reach bed Fastened safely to The ceiling
Out of arm's jurisdiction By the length of a leg And the dissolution of Mass produced tired

Wakingness has become My dream I could bend buildings And fly if I tried But I'm too preoccupied Playing the same old games And jumping for Sleep Why won't you Be mine Fair lady who Shuts eyes and kisses Goodnight on the lips

The words are on My lips Lost in the traffic that Spews from Mouth into webs Unable to catch the Flies I once thought were At my command

As I was their lord As you are mine I'm begging be merciful and Sew shut my peepers Before I break for The six hundredth time since I started keeping track Tonight

ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD
ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD

I traveled West in a rowboat
To discover the world is flat
And all the people who live there are flat too

So when I reached the edge
I paddled harder still
Into the raging falls of nothingness

Floating in infinity
The Earth now far behind
I waited for somebody

To notice I was gone

No search party was sent out, no posters put up,
My face never made the milk carton

My Earthly doubts were verified
I could not be flat,
Flat like the rest of them

7 AM
End of nights
Beginning of mornings

The city falls asleep,
Awakening
From its slumbers and adventures
Of the night before

The joggers jog,
The lovers fulfill hand-in-hand harmony
And the fisherman stands
Alone

Content in solitude he plays
Catch and release with the
Creatures of the creek


Are they, too, awakening,
Or yet to fall asleep?