Swisscheese isnt thin enouph.
Slices of bread arnt quite wide enouph
to be intbetween a win.
A dishwasher thinks of drunk elk fighting
On the devils table top.
He tells her to aim for the ink spot on the cueball.
But shes married to a sleeping bull.
He shows horns on friday not the tuesday
when everythings resting like salmonberries.
His herd comes for brunch and a few
glasses of champaighn on sunday.
But hes the grass they graze on.
Its his job to be a dish washer.
His frienes job makes sure the feild
tastes fresher then crab grass.
His efforts give him a choice
To leave or freeze some where else in
North dakota where the trucks rest like insomiacs.
Always on so the engine wont get hypothermia.
His text reads  his lanhuage:  im happy here.
Money doesnt control the few years I have
to waste on happiness.

The bartender a europa server leaves me a shot of liquid propane.
He moves past every silver dollar forgetting about the meaning
of whskey and bull dogs.
I watch cody a young university of washington student sneek In a  can of raineer beer (if he really  goes there) ill never ask him.
             This is how lastcall always takes place:  a drunken masqerader our friend johnny
Drops his wallet and kills a shot of jager.  ( are we drunk enouph yet)
I order a taco and gain three hundread pounds tonight.
Master of the pitchers.  He still dreams of being a physical thearpist ( he failed trying to take over for Dyrile). His new tall order of a job makes my anticipated buzz weaker.  
Im tired of these long dresses opening up and spilling all over the dance floor ( the dj warned her not to)
Our ladies still mention bach.  Inside of her purse hides a mystery knovel.
Tueday means a victory at home.  Every player utters pride of being a regular.
We sink the black eight ball knowing the bouncer gets in the way of ourdrunk enemies  ( a red head)
He charges like arhino.  Hes a animal without areason to ****.  But the bouncer prevents his six year jail sentence from ever happening.  Bexause were all forgiven like helpless bar rags trying to dry out before the mold and mildew
contaminate our ******* stories.  We all speak easily after the brooklyn dodgers turn every blue and white hat around the five head.

He wont show us how the airforce cut his hair.  Every one of his is angry patrons drink until the switch flickers the message ( crawl home bfore the cops fish with dynamite) in the ruston pqarking lot. (Searching for fake DW'S)  each of themshine a britemaglite until the last car disapears still swerving like a skunk ptetending to hide in the storm gutters.

I see you everywhere
around every corner
even when I close my eyes
it's you
all I see and all I feel
it's you

I miss you
God I miss you
and I know you won't be back soon
but I get to talk to you
whenever I want , but
is this enouph ?
It's not...

I want to see you now,
in front of me
I want to touch your skin
and hug your body
and smell your hair,but
Would this be enouph?

It wouldn't,
cause I want to hold your hands
for ever.
have endless conversations with you
and make you lauph,so I can see
you adorable little smile
and your eyes
Oh your eyes, they smile too
and then they sparkle

It's you
It's all about you
I am unconditionally
and irrevocably
in Love with You

The bartender a europa server leaves me a shot of liquid propane.
He moves past every silver dollar forgetting about the meaning
of whskey and bull dogs.
I watch cody a young university of washington student sneek In a  can of raineer beer (if he really  goes there) ill never ask him.
             This is how lastcall always takes place:  a drunken masqerader our friend johnny
Drops his wallet and kills a shot of jager.  ( are we drunk enouph yet)
I order a taco and gain three hundread pounds tonight.
Master of the pitchers.  He still dreams of being a physical thearpist ( he failed trying to take over for Dyrile). His new tall order of a job makes my anticipated buzz weaker.  
Im tired of these long dresses opening up and spilling all over the dance floor ( the dj warned her not to)
Our ladies still mention bach.  Inside of her purse hides a mystery knovel.
Tueday means a victory at home.  Every player utters pride of being a regular.
We sink the black eight ball knowing the bouncer gets in the way of ourdrunk enemies  ( a red head)
He charges like arhino.  Hes a animal without areason to ****.  But the bouncer prevents his six year jail sentence from ever happening.  Bexause were all forgiven like helpless bar rags trying to dry out before the mold and mildew
contaminate our ******* stories.  We all speak easily after the brooklyn dodgers turn every blue and white hat around the five head.

He wont show us how the airforce cut his hair.  Every one of his is angry like drini until the switch flicker themessage ( crawl home bforetheco9s fishwith dynamite) in the ruston pqarking lot.

Unpayable bills
Not enouph hours
Not enouph freedom
The dreaded voice
We make
Scares are friends
Makes them worry
Were becoming some number
Over seas
Some number
In a line up
Made of unequal stamps.

A text message  with uppercase letters.
He could of been an auctioneer "YUP".
Instead he works inside eyelids.
My caukerspaniels ears look like **** carpet tube socks.
Im dreaming of women and dogs all over my one pillow matress.
The same ones who ruined couches and charmed the mail man.
He ran off like a dobermen unaware she extened the leash button.
If im lucky the mornings are reliable (they usally are)
The man upstairs our heavy metal enthusiest
Tap dances away the land words aspestoce flake by flake.
Hes proud of his roman garden (its really greek).
Business as usual,
I take a deep breath and loose fifty pounds all over again.
The fountain gets hot and my dollar store shampoo
makes my hair smell like juicy fruit.
The kitchens old.
The antiqicated refridgorator farts like a unrully bachlor.
And the microwave was upenheimers favorite way to nuke a
cold cup of coffee.  I regrett the things I did to save time.
The sizzling eggs cry "you dont know how good you got it".
The toast smashes the yoke.  
A head line reads:
over four hundread civillians killed from drone strikes.
The radio bleats "waking up..... welcome to the new age"
"Welcome to the new age".  
I thought of the boy in the bubble and paul simon.
"These are the days of miracle and wonder"
"These are the days of miracle and wonder".
Outside my double pain window I look for women in jogging shorts.
Its still not warm enouph.  Instead I find an army of children waiting for
Their yellow bus.  A boy drops his lunch and a girl picks it up.

So-? The skyscrapers top shelf bookstore.
Has moved to sing its self into the graudual H.Q.

                              orangaging around like a cadilac.  Who can tell me
If she isnt crazy enouph to hide her beer and watch itnland in her lap.
Can I survive in this mess.
The fogs getting thicker and thicker,
Were sinking into the realm, the holy shrine painted along mail boxes,
Mail boxes, Dr. Cornell West sits and tells me about the weather.
He says I told ya it was going to be foggy.  
I heard him do a speech once.
Hes the man.
Hes the man who gives you dirextions in the fog.

i'm not good enouph
i don't have the right words
i keep writing these stuff
to creat my own world

i am sitting in a dark room
infront of my bright blank laptop screen
i force my mind to think
i push my mind to creat
what should i write ?
what should i say ?
think .. think .. think..
am i being too dramatic?
am i complaining too much ?
aren't i using the right words?
aren't i good enouph ?
i guess i'll never be .
i better go.. i better leave ...

today i'm wearing a dress
and this is the day I will never forget
because this is the day we first met
you were wearing a shirt, tie, pants, and dress shoes
this day was the day I told you I would reameber for ever
but who knew forever would end today on this day....

Because this day you lied and used me
this day I reamaber crying my self to sleep
this day is the day I want to forget
but I can't because evertime I see you
it brings back the memories
Was I not good enouph?
Was I not pretty enouph?
Did I not give you want you want?
I'm sorry I messed up

Clear me up
Show im fake
Clear me up
Im walking
Runaway
Come back now
Dont go out
Its tempting
But return
Please dont waste
Your hard work

I get it
Not enouph
People make
Nothing true
You feel cold
Fight the lies
Its not you
What matters
In your head
Cant get flight
Play and try
Make it yours
Wait until
You become
One like them
It happens
To us all
Eventually!


Roll it out
The freedom
On your time
After hour
Nbody looks
Get out now
Stay at home

Listen to it!
Call it back
Dont flip shut
The offer
So they say
Its *******

One more round
If its you
Somebody
Will lesten!

See around
Pool tables
Chicken thighs
Frozen ice
Coke mixes
Everything
Your confusing.

No god please
Ive heard it
Im leaving
Let me go!

What is twenty eight from neighteen neinty
The clique I made  has moved to real estate
They conceal their tattoos with head shots
Waiting to split   the nest egg of their over easy equties
Buying every beach view with sand dollars.
It started in the mushroom headed suburbs
Under the grand piano ceilings
Where we placed our dreams
Up and through the water pipes
And dry chimney flukes
It rose with heat
Ready enouph to heckle the crows
Even with our worst winter's
We stayed and
Brought our souls through
Like Robin's hopping
In their tracks
Along the cherry wells.
Time is everywhere
Even now
Keep making changes
Even ten
Years will
Come again
More so
Ten more
Dreams
Ten more
Lauphs.

That when dust hits eyes
I squint just enouph
To focus in on the light,

And when I find the focus
Im ok because the wind
against my face is what
Makes the irony so unique,

Stupid dust,
Wonderous gust,
And life blows this way and that....