Irony..phhht...life is a vacuum
I breathe deeply
gasping for air,cant catch my breath
hearts implode chest pains bring death
headaches whenever I scope in depth
why try when minds eye see's no logical reason "Y"
crooked and broken I embrace the deft in life
struggling to stay alive and escape the scythe
what did you leave but pieces.whats left?
a world of torture,a world of pain
had I known its goal was to drive me insane
deep into the wombs of yesterday I'd burrow
escaping the dept of tax on the two cups I borrowed
life is a journey with no certainty of tomorrow
yet everyone's into gain
heaping upon yourselves sorrows of joy
without heed to how it causes another pain
just when I'm enjoying the sunshine
it always starts to rain
life's a joke
we all get caught in the game
caught in a whirlwind same old new **** over and over again
bleeding reality like a catsup stain
In all this hear what im saying
save me the *******,save me the pain
save me from the storms as I stand in the rain
the ukulele plays,as my hearts caught with strays
all of the lights from all of my days, I squint as I gaze
I see clearly as blacks turn to grays
nights turn to dawn
the band plays on,I yawn
I say to life goodbye,as darkness retreats back to beyond
I drop my empty snifter licking my lips of cognac residue
as the sun climbs the lawn and life starts anew!

going through spring heatwave here
tempretures that are hot for summer
the last three days.

sweltering
guzzling
perspiring

phhht so hot
the lizards are seeking shade
the devon rex has declared
the bath tub as his and hisses
if we try go move him


sweltering
guzzling
sweating

found my boy
sleeping with the fishes
really he had climb into the fish pond
and was pretending to be asleep
while the fishes swam around him

perspiring
guzzling
sweltering


sweltering perspiring guzzling

sent the surfer dude out for some beer
he was taking a long time
rang him....hes said i live her now
in the beer fridge...at dan murphies
come join me....bring pizza and the boy
we will be happy

Bundled and tucked in layers
Of warmth we wade
Through the thick snow
Of the frozen football field
We guide the rocket down
Its cast iron rail towards the
Firing plate and then level
The launch pad
“Do we have continuity?”
One of us shouts
“We have continuity”
Comes the confirming shout
As the countdown rings out
A hush falls over all else
Then a fizz, a phhht, a flash
And our rocket accelerates, screaming
Into the out of
And beyond our realm