Friday
Sunday
where is it?
i can't breathe when your cold
winter stare enters-
behold the men in suits.
silly red hats. purple and blue- such wonder of colors.
the ships are ready- they sail to the pale moon tonight.
the bugs on your rugs and the bees sing to the trees. the
roots grow, grow, grow. here lies the body of dead old me.
get me some hot dogs
No time for play, the devil is at the door/The clouds are
raining melons and the melons are crying for their mothers/ HERE THE SUN DON’T
SHINE/before you and I the rain used to be black like the color of my granddaddies
soul/splashin’ with the kids and the kids are laughin’/piece for piece my soul
will be up for sale before the end of the year/ we know i’m always late, but dip
your cig in this beer and kick back/ throw your Monday and all it’s cares down this
drain/ let the sun and music control your brain/ my eyes are turning grey with
the amount of shit in the air/
slap a dime.
The flavor, like an open road. Stuck together with the
sticky September Sun.
Hands together before the flies dance the night away. Stand
in line like a dead
Man at a funeral. The fire is closer than before, pack your
bags before the bees.
Pull the clouds down past our souls, the Devil will be
waiting for his ride.
Open road jams, open road jelly, the old man still lives in
my ancient cellar.
DOUBLE YELLOW LINES.
Don’t think to where your soul turns inside out,
Or where your eyes burn into bubble dust. The
Piano is floating down river, to meet us before
Sunrise. The tape is in the blender, same with my
Heart. Remember to beat the oranges to death.
Blood Red Brains drag your heels to feel the bones.
I said, Drag your heels to feel the bones.
Saturday Night Blues
The fish is hanging from his teeth,
The poor man holds only two dimes
And his left eye. Ocean’s current reminds
Me of the yellow white sky. Today we will see
Mr. T one last time, right before the Devil’s
Nose job. The front door stays open during
All night hours. For the rats like to hide here.
The doorbell won’t stop screaming, and the
Woman upstairs won’t stop crying. Between
Me and I, she owes me $57.
Friday
H U M A N FRAMED M I N D.
H o l d i n g h a n d s w i t h S k e l e t o n s .
The crickets are getting closer, I’m gonna shoot them.
They crawl in my ears and come out my eyes .
The night sky will bring on a Galaxy Ride cus
The Wolf Moon is Blue tonight. Cut your tongue
And hold your breath. Snow brings sadness o n ly
To those who weep at dusk. The bark off the trees
The shoes with no lace. Tonight, w i l l be the night
dead melodies under the cemetery tree.
Today I fell asleep under The Cemetery Tree.
Dreaming with the dead, nothing new.
The air-conditioned sun kept the toads away.
Before I knew it, my dad came back from the dead.
We danced, he talked, we watched the sunset clouds
To sleep. The cemetery ground took him back before
The morning. Purple Hummingbirds brought me home.
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Lazy bumblebees dance with the grass blades.
No one here will get out, the Devil said so.
Who wants to breathe anyways? Written in the
Dust, words of a lie. Wash the window, so you
Can hear me better. The sunlight will shine
Through, the mango tress will sway. Stay if you
Please, and wear your sunglasses at night. The
Stars are on fire, and that will hurt your soul.
Don’t take the greed from your neighbor, the
Black in his eyes don’t match. The renaissance
Dance will now begin.
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