Patience, little one
Your mind races with illusion
Like bursting blood clots not
Allowed to heal
A dusty train
Forever pulling away from the station
Situate my soul in time
With spinning plates
Before they crash and break
And I pick up the pieces
My bent back
Bursting with a pride unknown
Like the dusty train, turned black
From all the articles it carried
In its sack
I shall not force myself to feel
Beyond the station for an hour at least
I beg my tired feet
To steal away at every new development
But what of the words I say
Already corpses of a time forgotten
Put on display for your family and mine
Already rotten.

Maybe
Everyone’s just trying to help me
But they’re not
Everyone’s just trying to help me
But they’re not
You’re not really helping me
You’re scalding me with hot
Bath water
Fill up my insides
I divide
Ion the outside
As Supreme Being
I double as a couch
For you to slouch on
And comb your hair
A little nose hair
Hanging out the hole
Screaming hello!
With bright yellow eyes
You better recognize
The little mask
I won’t ask
It’s too bright outside
To close the curtain.

One fell electrocuted
Bounced off a sign
Saved its life with its wings
Just to sit still and die.
Watch passing cars
With its neck twitching wrong
Three people tried to save it
I wrote this song
Mesmerized lovers
Stepping on birds
Their mind has drifted
Away from the curb
Mesmerized lovers
Stepping on birds
Mesmerized mesmerized
Away from the curb
You look and you wait for the poor
Thing to die
I wonder a lot what I do
With my time
Mesmerized lovers
Stepping on birds
Their mind has drifted
Away from the curb
Mesmerized lovers
Stepping on birds
Mesmerized mesmerized
Away from the curb
You look and you wait for the poor
Thing to die
I wonder a lot what I do
With my time

I feel like a whale
With a spout
That threatens to suck
Everyone in
Along with myself
Unless if I
Rip off the seal
And le the air out

There’s Too Much Fear
Here, there, everywhere
There’s too much fear
Here, there, everywhere
“We should make a master
Race,”
Cried Hitler with his
Mace
But behind the flag I think
There’s people that will not shrink
From doing what they will
So do!

What makes you think
I had nothing to drink
I stink like Pepe le Pew
Or is that coming from that
Fisherman’s shoe?
I can’t concentrate
It’s blinding my eyes
Like a huge piece of dookie
That’s not normal size
Have you ever been caught
In a giant shit maze
Where you eat your way out?
Doesn’t that sound insane?
I gotta chocolate mustache
And a rosy interior
I’ve gotta very small prick
And it makes me inferior
From a very small age
I was playing with glass
Then I sat on a sharp one
It’s still up my ass!

Before you come with pitchforks
And knives
Screaming how I ruined your lives
I just have to say one thing
I had to try it all
The milk that from
Gaping zits
The peanut butter and bacon bits
On two slices of bread
With raisins
I never thought I’d be fulfilled
I’m still not, my hunger aches
My eyes like little rakes
Stripping open stolen constellations
Like unopened wedding presents
In front of your new father-in-law
He sees the demon in your eyes
And hides his erection
So tight in the black wedding pants
I lose my mind, my bodies
Rag-doll dance
Like a wooden man with peg in back
Something always holding back
But I will find it
Underneath the stars
And shave the tight clamp free

There is no Maze
Or philosophy
That could save me from my
Misery
I was crippled when your eyes
Closed
You couldn’t see ‘cuz my skin
Froze
Froze in fear ‘cuz I lost
You
I couldn’t show you my tears
So you went away
Deep in yourself
I had nothing to say
I was so scared of my words
‘Cuz they couldn’t be heard
By you
But I tried to scream in
Your mousehole
You were trying to dream and
Your head was full.

She talks in riddles through all the people that he meets
He's crushed against the corners wanting to retreat
Inside himself
His own personal vacuum
Drawing pictures of her memory, he says,
"I've drowned in your reflection by the pool of contemplation
As now my love for you has turned into my condemnation."
Those misused letters that he sent your way, returned unopened
With blood and lipstick
You were the final brick that when laid, fleshed the Madonna into stone.
And now the water chills with the silence of the sand
Walking down the beach, her words like birds discovered dead, he cannot understand
The clutter of debris around him like the pieces of his life
He talks in riddles through all the people that she meets
Or so he hopes, consumed by the dark shadow of her heartbeat
Broken like a fallen Oak
Staring at the vultures who think his life a joke,
"Well, I won't remain a stranger to my own pathetic life."
So he runs into the crowd and finds a decent, loving, wife.
And though he'll never touch her, she makes a willing friend
Inside the Void beneath his eyes that seem to never end
She talks in riddles through all the people that he meets
And he can't remember who he was without her in his sheets

The Face of the Goddess is in me
I can see her Feral Eyes
She whispers in my daydreams
Her knowledge is so wise
I wish I could touch her surface
But she will never freeze
She always moves in perpetual motion
Through the Secret trees
Don't you kill my Goddess
She knows your motives, son
You try to control her, you try to insult her
But she is the Setting Sun
You claw your way to her answers
But she gave you the slip
And when you ask for a second chance
You'll realize you're low equipped
The Face of the Goddess is in me
I can see her Feral Eyes
She whispers in my daydreams
Her knowledge is so wise
I wish I could touch her surface
But she will never freeze
She always moves in perpetual motion
Through the Secret trees

Soft and white
'O' for a mouth
This is how you skin sigh
Lips that work the minds of men
Dropping off the page again
But I must admit you look within and you find nothing
You are peach and proud to hold
This is how you skin sigh
A welcome outlet from the cold
This is how you skin sigh
Teach me to contain myself
Lest I occupy your shelf
I reach out and find you dry
Death is in your almond eyes
Washed up on another tide
This is how you skin sigh

Freedom from this Mess of Men
Uneven now as I was then
You let me in your Painted Door
To knock me off my highest horse
A cripple to your fine perfection
Just like me you won't know God
No matter how far off that puts you
Take your shoe from out your mouth
If you're Holy Man will let you
There is no freedom from this Mess of Men
I walked inside and lost my pen
And so this poem has no Author
No shining moral for me to offer
There is no freedom from this Mess of Men
All reasons rise and fall, Amen
All reasons rise and fall, Amen

Seize the Sunshine
My little Dandelion
It is not Connected
It is just Reflected
Forget the Frigid Mornings
The Milked-out Sex Scenes
We'll find the Fantasy that's always real
The one that makes you feel
And not forget its pulse
Shake that Sugar Coat
And Color the Dance floor with your heels
Before we kneel eye to eye
By the Gasoline Sky
Meet me by the Gasoline Sky
We'll shoot the shit and share
A pencil-thin Square
And whatever you can spare
Can get us through the Night
Whatever you can spare
So kiss me by the Gasoline Sky
Kiss me By the By
So show in our Private Lives
Our Glow cast an open Grave for the Fat Blue-Bottled Flies
Let's Jump right in and Die!
Just for Tonight hide in the Harbor
Out under the Gasoline Sky

The painted girls of the magazine rack
Intimately smiling back
Is that your true reflection?
Her hips like magnets for our eyes
Computer make-up hides her breast size
While passing man hide their erection
The closer cameras get to false
Through candied tinsel and flesh-toned sex calls
Hey Babe, you going in my direction?
We hide in mine shafts from the flood
Of well kept secrets, babies drink blood
That has salted our dimension
Like Jews we were removed from view
Traitors of the healthy few
Soothsayers of the souls' rejection
The painted girls of the magazine rack
Frightened, never turning back
Is that your true reflection?
She dances lightly on the rocks
The maggots found her down on the block
But no one paid attention

My Lady with the Danish curls
She who watches me from afar
What do you think about, as I well up in your eyes?
Wes, you saw me as a prize
That fades away the more you stare
And you've looked so long,
It's bear
The facts.
You'll have to turn away some day
And brush the rash that's growing on your hands.
Yes, it's spreading like a flash
Of lightening through the sky
It's piercing through the both of us
It's separating the You from I
And we're becoming tasteless
Where we once dipped
The shiniest of hopes;
We've become the soap
That one would use to wash his heel.
My lady with the Danish curls
You always show me how you feel
By applauding my every act
But you never voice the way you think
Because it's too uncommon
And far off from instinct
But I wish to be inside your eyes
And figure out the mystery
Could you show a piece of truth?
Gathered from your history?
Just put it on my tongue
Every other week.
I'm the bird inside your cage,
The answer you seek.
So just keep staring from afar
No matter what you think you are
Stare until your eyes turn black
As I grow hideous from staring back.
Don't focus on your flesh or bones
I want my temple to be your home
Don't you notice that boa's
Crawling slowly around your legs
Because your legs aren't there.
You can only stare.
As cobwebs come.
And make you bare and tacky.
Inside your womb all children
Tear out you like dejected rockets.
My lady with the Danish curls
She who watches me from afar
What do you think about, as I well up in your eyes?

I've been looking at your love-line
As the sunshine shifts and shakes
Through the tracing paper of your skin
Wonder how much time it takes
To become myself again
I can't be you forever now
Feel addiction sinking in
As the sky fills up with clouds
Meet me at the Cypress tree
Where we'll chase that frown away
And disappear inside a kiss
We always mean more than we say
Or say more than we ever mean
You say wait for me in dreams
I say dreams are where we end
Watch reflections in a pool
Jump and twist and laugh and bend
We are what we are for now
See the chances in the breeze
In the night the darkness dances
Phantom flames ignite the leaves
I've been looking for your love-line
Wonder how much time it takes
Behind the fabric of your smile
All the sunshine shifts and shakes

I've got a little girl inside
Her name is Lucy
Lucinda is her name
She got high pockets
And her words pour out like honey
Why are you running?
I Love Lucy
She's elusive
For the choosing
Now she's boozing
And it's so strange
She had a sex-change
I've got a little boy inside
His name is Billy
William is his name
He's so silly
And he's pregnant with the answers
Though he's killing me like cancer
I've got a little girl inside
Her name is Lucy
Lucinda is her name
She's so abusive
But her words pour out like honey
Why are you running?
I Love Lucy
Why are you running?

Out in the Green Beginnings
The Golden Wings of the June Bug
Open under the Childs' Eyes
A Lolly-Pop detached from Lips
Dripping juices on its' Hide
We knew we had found our New Moment
When we picnicked in the Park
Talking through the fall of Leaves
Love words lingered like a Spark
Knowing what was Deep & Pure
Beyond Kaleidoscope of Pain
Fall from Sense into Mumbles
Our New Moment crushed by Rain
The Sky clapped Thunder through the Valley
God must want us now to part
Like Turltes we retracted slowly
Into Shells of Broken Hearts
Out in the Green Beginnings
The Golden Wings of the June Bug
Open under the Childs' Eyes
A Poem thrown from off my Lips
Now I taught it how to Fly
In the Pregnancy of Seasons
We found our Moment in the Gloss
Softened by the blow of Changing
God Gave His Dice a toss,
God gave His Dice a toss
Out in the Green Beginnings