Sunday

dust bunny dreamers.


here you rest 
your head on a bed.

sleep tight all night.

worry for what? 
nothing is worth that, is it?

time between here
and outer space is really
how much time? 

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.

drifting

I fell asleep in your sky
Love escapes my mind.
Your heart is tender like mine.
Don’ hear me?
Close your eyes and breathe slow.
Come here. Don’t wonder why.
Just get over here and 
Let the smoke take your mind.
We made it to the other side

wishes.


Drop your anchor on his ankle. Nothing feels any better.
The funeral just started and the baby won’t stop laughing.
Feel the souls comb through the room, one by one.

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.