Monday, November 21, 2011

i think i thought
a pocket full of rot
just a minute let me jot
a little lot about my thought

oh me oh my
there's a needle in my eye
crossed my heart and hoped to die
but i really meant it at the time

oooooooooooooooooooooooo
stop.

stop this.
waste.

waste.
waste,
waste,
waste:
waste of, wasted, wasting, waste.
waste of time. waste a dime
he, she, it is wasting by
by..
bye.
siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh

oh me oh my
there's much to do before i die
i don't know why i watch the sky
even if i could i wouldn't fly

sooooooooooooooooooooooooo
late
please wait
i know i am a little late
caught my stocking
while i was docking
can't you make a little space?

no

over and over
i ask you to move over
clean the dishes for my wishes
be such a shame to watch them drain
go home
go roam
what's a matter need a phone
hold the line, where's your dime
i know you meant it at the time

FAILLITE

(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

Cry. Stop. Her.

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

What Muffins Say When Muffins Sigh

a million miles from never baby ain't too far away
just close those eyes
and click those heels
and you'll know what to say

crimson berries melt on top
to drop would be an awful thought
what muffins say when muffins sigh
no one knows except that guy

who's building cupcakes with his hand
i thought myself his greatest fan
but vermons come and bakers go
what came of him nobody knows