Ritter Sport

would you like chocolate
for your year sir
end it sweetly without raisins
and bite down on something good

i had some cotton candy
at the fair this year
tastes so sweet
but gone before you know it
like a one night stand

if you agree to be my chocolate
i can be your cherry
we'll drink it down just right
and become everything
we ever wanted

hey, another year
any may it be full of hazlenuts
to remind you of the bumps in the road
which turn out just as delicious
as something smooth and creamy
like belgian chocolate truffles.

Nix On the Eevee Tay

your eyes
are a honey explosion
like hayfields in January
golden, framed by white
of falling snow

your lips
are two rose petals
that have wilted and fallen
to lay together forever
on your pearly face

you're a winter wonderland
a honeymoon in england
in the snowy season
but when you smile
it's spring again

Nothing Gold Can Stay

i met a fancy feline of a girl
her future so bright
she needs three pairs of sunglasses
just to see her reflection.

she grabbed my hands
and we slapped on our dancing shoes
and took off into the twilight
until that road quaked

never thought i'd meet
such a jelly bean of a girl
jumping and hopping
living life like a wild cat

i think if i took you to a grocery store
you'd pick out milk and honey
if i took you to a movie show
i think you'd pick a romance
and if i took you on a carnival ride
you'd choose the ferris wheel
because you're on top of the world.

Coffee is for Closers

good morning to you
kick the cat in the doorway
in the kitchen you flip pancakes
so high they stick to the ceiling
i guess i'm one of those pancakes
tried to fly but just got stuck
on God's newly installed plexiglass panel
so you'll never get to heaven.

good afternoon to you
shrug off your boots and
put your elbow in the spaghetti
eat up while it's cold
and don't forget to brush the dust
off your teeth.

good evening to you
hope your day was
different
the same
whatever keeps you safe and sane and warm
like socks on your hands
because you lost a mitten
and felt foolish wearing only one.

Rude Baby Rude

why so high in the sky
with a flock of birds
shattered at the hip
you sail on a broken wing
to no man's land


cause all you wanna do is
pull my hair
or break my heart
or break my bones
or make me sad
or make me mad
don't come to me
for charity
your cause is what is lacking

so fly on baby and be a star
you have the keys in the ignition
and you're begging to go far
but don't call me up and ask again
for me to watch your back
any one who knows you
knows you're a shark attack


send me out to the weather now
out to the cold and i'll limp on
with my ankles docked
and my tail broke
and my nose froze
and all not caring and bunched up
and covered with cloth

begging like a bag lady at the side of the road
for a sandwich
because that's all a hero really is
and was there ever really a cure
for writer's block?
write on!

The Sky's Gone Out

Oops. Somebody spilled the sky!

sway
lean into the wind
lost again and found
but never the same so
sway

sway alone and low and UP
up so high, to the birds, the sky and say
i never meant to betray you
i just stopped caring
so lean
lean on my shoulder and cry

tears running down your face
like ice cream across my fingers
melting in the heat
so sway
softly now and sing
sing low
so i can't hear

and speak aloud
of your troubles
and spread the news
of how i used
this and that
and how i cheated
this and that
and all about my lies
and truths
and trusts
and loss

did i really lose?

Lost In The Supermarket

laundry outside my house
white sheets hanging out to dry
like the curtains that framed
my bedroom

I tore them down one day
who needs curtains?
do they really stop people
from looking in?
or do they prevent us from looking out?

when i met you
i hung the curtians in my mind
snowy white
a border
a message
a signal
i'm hiding
don't come in
i'm frightened
don't come in

but those curtains got torn down too
i let you in by the fire
we roasted marshmellows
burnt the edges
i burnt the curtians too

I swept the ashes out the door
caught by the wind
they covered the white sheets
hanging out to dry
like the curtians that framed
my bedroom