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Saturday, March 1, 2008
An Afternoon at Kate Sessions Park
Alcohol
The suits and ties travel near and far
From the Downtown club to the beachside bar
Slicked-back hair, a smile and wink
They've just come from corporate and they've got just the drink
From La Jolla shores to La Mesa stores
They steal from the rich and from the poor
You see, alcohol is our liquid whore
It always puts out, we always want more
Napa Valley wines, and moonshines with zest
Send suckers with their wallets to put drinks to the test
But it doesn't matter if they succeed or they fail
Next week they'll have something new for sale
Gins that are dry, vodkas higher than Skyy
Each comes with it's promise, each comes with it's lie
So which one of these wonders will make your summer lips moisten?
Belly up, but beware, when they ask "what's your poison?"
If I Could Find the Queen's Grace
i wish my words could convey what my heart holds, to tell u how my gut is in a clamp. i wish i was a better painter, so i could show you how dark everything around me is. how color's lost its luster...everything's lost it's luster. its like having tight shoes on the wrong feet. i don't want to go anywhere, it hurts so bad. i often hang my head and watch tears fall from my face, racing to the ground to see how big of a splash they can make. i moved here to sing but my throat's choked up and the happy tunes have fled with the light, chasing all the summer-skinned kids who say they have no regrets.
....i do. and when i'm an old man, someone will ask, "what were you thinking?"
i don't know. i was too busy drinking. but if i could take it all back u bet your ass i would. if i could go back i'd tell the truth with my words and my actions...and stop giving a shit about what the world thinks. if i could go back i'd lay there with you a little longer, tuck your locks back behind your ears and tell you truly, "there is nowhere else i'd rather be, i wouldn't trade this for anything."
what i'd give to go back
The Amputee
Friday, November 23, 2007
sound
And then that night turns to morning
Sound doesn't stay still.
It's always playing about my ears
...this side and then that side...
Always teasing, never ceasing,
Seizing upon silence, an audio appliance
In full effect with the mute-switch misplaced.
I hope it turns up before it's erased.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
you are my drug
Is it bad that I sometimes sing my song simply to grab you...to draw you in and collect your attention, thoughts, and looks?
You are the next girl that will cause me to stumble,
And once i've got a hold I'll somehow fumble you,
Slipping through my hands after feeling so good in them.
You are my drug....and it only took
Half a hit and one look to get me hooked.
But if things seem to happen the way they usually do,
I'll go to find you and you'll disappear from view.
And then I'll head out west...an absolute mess,
Reaching for the top of the world.
Come Cold
And as i huddle here i struggle dearly to remember my toes.
The sight might bring fright of frost bite to some but to me it numbs an old affliction and abets a new addiction.
Limbs become useless, and excuses move to the front of my brain and then drift again like the swell of a riff And then, I find peace...then my shivers cease. Against all warning, it's then my heart finds warming.
So when that cold comes find your fire...grab your blanket
But as for me and my dripping nose...we can take it.