Cry.   Stop.   Her.

Just one more time with feeling

I coulda been you

I thought  that you knew

I coulda been all of

The lace in your shoes

.. ..

Wiggle and hop

Hobble and stop

Horrible acts and  mistakes in the plot

Trip on a rock, I hope it don’t stop

Don’t say i'd do better

if I wrote you a letter

.. ..

Mending and bending the whole in our time

Coping, disrobing and groping a crime

Morbidly washing all sins in a bath

With crooked bones, i took it home

to meditate upon, and on

.. ..

supply and demand

all worms in their cans

I wish you were here

just to hold my hand 

I know its not right

to fight for such flights

of fancy and things that went bump in the night

.. ..

but I will hold on tight.  

Lest i say goodnight 

to a thousand big dreams 

bidding for the wrong team

mischief is mine.  

I shoulda made a sign.

.. ..

Alert and take caution.

may contain poison . and

some animals bite before saying goodnight

Tuck them in very tight . it may be a long night.

.. ..

Watching for bandits I covet the land

Of potatos tomatoes and men with their hands

Mourning the morning and selling the rest

Fish bakes and outtakes. I’m ready to rest

Be true and be tried.  go in with the tide.

Doesn’t matter what I friend on my way from that place 

courageous with waste, but i couldn't keep pace

Baby baby I’ll say it to your pocket 

I always did wish I could plug you in my socket

Surreptitious and suspicious, he said, 

she said, we’re out of line

This world goes by and quickly. and we all have forever

Forever and ever to change with the weather

I’ll pray for you always.  You , boy from my dream

I’ll grow up.  You’ll shut up.  And we’ll both leave this scene

in school today i learned: the french word for bankruptcy is faillite.

Such a lite way to fail/ only half way to fall

to the edge of the earth and i ask "is this all?"

never ever woulda thought, a line could be a single dot

inside my eyes i hunt for hearts, tear drops, tundra, and notions of art

such a dry piano, could icicles be

a musical instrument or a medium of art?

how many colors of white might there be.  what color would i be without the light that gods shine on me.

how many women sing prayers in my hair while drunk marching minutemen throw forks in the air?   in the dark they make marks, scars, stains and parks in these parts i’ve never seen, and territories i’ve never been. 

valves and screws, plumlines and holes

pretty simple corks fail monumental roles

i wish i could piss

i wish i could fart

i wish i could tear

my whole self apart

i wish i was a sun

i wish i was a star

i wish i was something

very very far

across the sky

around the bush

3rd house on the right

is a button i can’t push

something's always wrong

it's me

can't be alive and on easy street

gotta catch a tiger

by his big old toes

don't care if he hollars i ain't gonna let him go