Thursday, March 6, 2008

Good Morning Revolution

there's a revolution
i can hear it in your hips when you walk
slowly spinning swinging gates
and you taunt with the jiggle in your step
the hop in your stride
and the cigarette in your mouth

you're an ocean
and your body rolls like the waves
when you dance so close
while all the while
low tide carries you away
and high tide brings you back again

you fly my feelings like a kite
then let go like a child releases a balloon
into no man's land for some martian to catch
or maybe it will get stuck in the o-zone
the same way you're stuck
in my thoughts

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Too Much, Too Young

you don't need high heels to feel tall
you glide down the stairs in your socks
then touch the door know to feel the spark
a flash frolicking over fingertips
even if for a second

you bat your eyelashes and create hurricanes
you spin around and the world spins with you
then you stop and the clock falls off the shelf
you've stopped time
even if for a second.

you're a ballerina on a string
i'd wind you up like chatter teeth
to watch you mosey to and fro
and make the dance floor cry
when you decide to call it a night.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

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.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

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

Sunday, December 16, 2007

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.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

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.

Monday, December 10, 2007

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!

Sunday, December 9, 2007

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?

Thursday, December 6, 2007

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

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Try Not to be Useless

dreaming is the best i can do sometimes
to feel that sweet explosion
like a hand down my pants
or a good long sneeze

last night, before i fell asleep
i thought to myself
tonight will be a sweet one
and i'll dream of blueberry waffles
walks on the beach
and a rock n' roll cello

yet, i'm dreaming awake
of the most mundane things
like brushing my teeth
and eating grits when there's
just no butter to be found

but tonight i'll get to try again
and close my eyes and hope
that i dream of something nice
like flying with the geese,
eating twizzlers,
and long walks to nowhere.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Party of The First Part

why are you carrying around a net?
oh, i see. but you can't catch an imagination, you know.

you're art to me
a thousand shades of blue
in your voice
you're music to me
i hear the revolution
when you walk

i've got no rhythm
but i can snap and bend
and i may have no rhyme
but i can shake and sway

oh, simple bliss of eating salad
feels like having a million tons
of dried rice being poured down
all over your body while you stand
and spin

oh, to look at the sunset
sensory overload screams from the trees
and when the colors hit your eye
you stagger as if slapped in the face
with a piece of toast

oh, to be in love again
not the first time
or the last time
but oh, to be in love
the next closest thing
is to fall into a blender
with strawberries and chocolate.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Which Way Does The Girl Turn?

we are all prostitutes
but especially you
if a single thought in your head
was worth a feast
then a poor man could starve
on a girl like you

you've got some nerve
you useless man
there was a song
a bird singing it
but you shot it down
to spare yourself the racket

i think if i did point my gun
at your pretty face
and told you, "create a diversion!"
you'd yell, "FIRE!"

Poke in the Eye

who are you
marbled salamander child
slither up from the depths
just to tease my hair

who are you
every time i look at those pictures
i feel that pinch
that pull
that knock on the door
that poke in the eye
and who are you

to think that you can pin the blame
but sir you have no name
no game
no plans
no inhibitions
sir, what you lack is purpose

so dive deep down
beneath the rocks
and cry your
slimy salamander tears

i make the air fall apart
like the lyrics in some song
written a thousand times

oh, to be the cream

Monday, November 19, 2007

A Letter From Some Bunny

mother bunny's paws are sore
working in the garden
digging up her carrots
to send her sons at war

mother bunny licks a stamp
wraps it up with lettuce
to send to thomas
fred
and jimmy
paul and lance and george and timmy

mother bunny sits by a fire
all her boys are far away
mother bunny feels so funny
shuts her eyes until another day

Sunday, November 18, 2007

The Sun Don't Shine in Your TV

hey and phone home
the only thing men don't do
hey and phone home
and what good is that
if you just don't
call

hey jude, come on joe
i'm going to show you some things
that you need to know
can i show you a story
of love that lasted
forever

Some things confuse little people
and i find myself to be one of them
living in a flower house
seeing everything and nothing all at once
hey and phone home now
just gotta chat a while
hey and phone home you
you need me
don't you

and the subtle funny thing is how you tell me all the time
you don't want to be with me but still you stand in line
with funky little fingers which get caught tangled hair
you stay until the evening just to tell me you don't care
and if you don't get what you want you say that it's okay
you act like you'll be leaving soon but never go the fuck away

hey and phone home
right now baby
tell me you want me or be on your way
hey now and phone home now baby
you wern't really worth it anyway.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Stranger Danger

holy fool, how you taunt me
sing it out like something you stepped on
leaves crumble under my feet
rustling in resistance
was it really my time?


we are men of action
lies do not become us
so go lick the edges of tinfoil
and i promise
the results will be very red

okay and so
it's clear
that my head
is as empty
as what

a flower pot
a blank slate
a swiss-cheese bucket
a carved pumpkin

and it's because my brain
is a ufo
sending out some strange silly signals

mindfuck, hello
goodbye and where are you going?
who really knows?
were you ever here?
ohhhhh sunshine
bring on another day
just like yesterday
which is just like tomorrow
or the next day
or the day after that
or the day after that...

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Blue Monday

how does it feel
to like a girl like me
it's obvious i know nothing
even though my intentions are good
but you know what they say about
the best laid plans of mice and men
and i was always more of a man
than any other mouse ever was
and i'll try to please you
like a good little one
how does it feel now?

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Scrunchies Not Allowed

school bus forest fire
run out of the ashes
a lean liquid
are you ready for it?

who to sue?
call her up just to hear her gritty smile
splatter platter
eggs on toast

come now, don't be a hot dog
all wrapped up in a bun
as if you're worth something.

Monday, November 5, 2007

Nerves

nerves
gotta love em
that slick slimey sensation
of pure unadulterated terror
even when you feel so good
they just get in the way
nerves
do you like me?
nerves
will i win?
nerves
stage fright, stage fright.
nerves
we need to talk now
nerves
call me when you get this
nerves
nerves
nerves
are we moving too fast?
i haven't thrown up have i? carry on!




nerves.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Rhymes With Orange

smile once in a while
turn up the volume
when you blow your nose
you look so slick on the pavement

once in a while, i could believe
that we were meant to be
then i shrug and say
you wern't worth it after all

smile once in a while
it may be your first
your last
and your always

smile for me
like buttah
so smooth
you're creamy white
don't even think about it
you're so soft and lonely.

but only once in a while.