Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Humans Are Fallible or We Buy Junk Cars

Ever notice Vic Damone has that Been Noble Voice?
Me either and more importantly,
I tried to comfort the grieving and got myself bedded instead.

Beckley, West Virginia
was nothing more than our
precursor to possession.

Oh, and I wish you were here.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Trollups and Pick Up Trucks Go Hand in Hand

I wish I had a gun
I'd sniper that hand right off.

What I meant was I'm West of Chicago,
South Holland,
Dixie Highway.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

You're from Sweden. or You're from Sweden?

I'm Upland, up wind, and down hearted,
take care of your allergies because this,
cowboy's musical season is nearly over.

This eagle season,
this musical quarter,
this god-bloomin' month of mis-placed deer.

Berry smashin', rock kickin'.
Can we move that road a little to the right?

Monday, April 27, 2009

Two Hands on the Camera, Please

Nevermind, you are chained to some rotting wood,
one hand will do.

You don't know mom wears prison-issue reddish glasses,
neither do the men.

She tried jumping off the Howrah Bridge to end the mess,
the pottage, Esau, the hall.

Actually I'm off track, I didn't mean any of those things,
not even one.

I meant to say; they all sit how they make their money,
knees to shoulder, manus to kardia.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Friendly Fire and Bluish Grey Pigeon Doves

Go ahead and skip, deflate, explode my little gold lion heart.
That was 5 or more or less years in the past,
and suddenly I'm absent a corpus callosum like no other.

So I'm an egg-laying monotreme you say?
Right then, so genus, species, and spaces.

I'd put you in a pouch if I had it,
I'd merge our axons,
I'd let my heart nystagmus til the end of the day,
Saccade til the end of us.