Risk
death comes to those who mate
a long, longing death
after happiness, bliss
left alone
waiting for the future
to catch up with history
Risk
death comes to those who mate
a long, longing death
after happiness, bliss
left alone
waiting for the future
to catch up with history
Not You
It’s not you,
but it’s not me either.
Maybe it just the damn dog
always barking when we’re trying to get it on.
Blood Trails
ink runs from my broken pen
down my shirt from my heart pocket
it is cold in here
and I am almost out of ink
I can’t write my will
without my damn pen
I am going to die here
in trails of ink and blood.
Nipsy, Tipsy
Nipsy, Tipsy
and I just want to dance
all the happy kids dance
where ever there’s music
not because they have to
but because they want to
because it’s fun to dance
Mid-West to Mid-East
surrounded by cornfields and soybeans
I grew up a pretty normal mid-western life
surrounded by desert
the birth of civilization is now my home.
Time
my watch band broke
just out of high school
since then I’ve never worn another
when people ask,
“What time is it?”
I just tell them,
“It’s time to dance.”
SUV
all the same
big and bad ass
not to blame
for all the used gas
Circus of the World
three ring binder with pictures
of freaks in clown costumes
my life’s photo album
memories, friends, family
and a few lost loves
Artist
Unknown
in a world of 6 Billion
you are the best
Undiscovered
just working your vision
into your masterpiece
If we someday get to see it,
we will be the lucky ones.
Good Life
floating on root-beer
and ice cream
picking bananas
from the trees
my buddy paco
says to me
life is good
life is good tonight