whispering weirdo

Stop fucking with my head, you know I don’t got a soul/

Scream for the dead lady, dance with her big eyed son/

The cat’s meow, the Disco in the yard, the volleyball/

I just want you to shake it and get loose/Forget about your life,

Your car is on fire anyways/Put a knife in my pocket, to give the

Kid a bee kiss/ Feel this rhythm, humans turn into hybrid birds/

Get down, Get down, Get down and feel it/ My life is dead, I

Will walk in the streets just to prove it to you/With a bullet

In my brain, and a dog on a leash/Watch out for the van.

Drinking hubcap coffee.

When I’m in the mood don’t get in the way.

You can’t stop a train with your fingers, you can’t stop me.

Before you waste time trying, remember I am a lion.

Nothing gets between me and the Black Sea.

Before the water turns into clouds and we start crying,

Spring will bring new friends and new life.

Don’t forget to tie your laces, the ground thieves might trip you.

The information here is stale, eat your kale and don’t look back.

poem i will name pocket.

Can’t make sense of this river anymore.

The distant light, rises above all before the storm rolls in.

The Sun will shine today after the grass grows a bit and the birds sing.

Meet us for the evening fire dance, before the Wolf Moon, you and I.

two more beers.

Bird baths and paperclips.

This milk has some mold in it.

Lost my phone before it died and

No one can get a hold of me now.

The field speaks to the cattle.

Ice cube hands and turkey legs.

Today seems like yesterday but upside

Down and new.

today we drove around.

Woman in black.

Her eggshell mind

Still exists

Only to find no time for love.

She said,

                “take my soul, take me whole”

The yellow moon illuminates the soft midnight pond.

As her delicate body floats above the night’s pond.

Only her soul knows what will come later tonight.

Birds sing the lady in black to sleep.

That night the lady in black was laid to rest.

mood