you’re on the defensive
when no one’s playing sports
i’m spitting creative vollies
that fly right over your head.

instead of calling me weird
send them back on fire
with turkey
and some hot sauce.

jesus, i can’t do this by myself.

keep count with the tick tock clock
weavin in and out and in and out around
we’re all just stuck on top
not sleepin’ in, just gettin up
a false foundation
for the basis of existence
a false foundation
for this bed: my planned resistance

i get up and move at 2
and i eat around 3
and i go back to sleep
but what does it mean
i get up and move to you
but what do i see
if i go back to sleep again
will ya promise not to leave?

get up with the loud cackle rooster cock
he’s a pretty little red orange dome
callin forth the only real measuring tape
inlaid on horizon called home
was raised to rise when the sun it shows
course i never really knew why
i like to face my demons creepin in the dark
so my demons demons am i

i start a call to arms at 4
yeah i start to plan the war
and i march into your dreams
but you easily ignore me
if i get up and move closer to you
will you welcome me?
you can go back to sleep again
hell i promise not to leave

‘til the war
‘til the war is over
‘til the war
is long and bloody and empty
hope my beds not bloody empty
miserable
when i fall
asleep without
you, time exists.
miserable
when i fall
asleep without
you, time exists.

i get up and move at 2
and i eat around 3
and i go back to sleep
but what does it mean?
i get up and move to you
but what and who do i see
if i go back to sleep again
will ya promise not to leave?

i’d drown my friends in whiskey
but that’s just what my friends want
to go out pseudo-morisson fashion
but surrounded by those they trust
we’d sing between shots of bourbon
and calculate ways to save the earth
solving everyone’s problems
all at once
sans the means
to distribute our cures

my whiskey whisks
my bourbon blitz,
it’s swim or its
face the wave.
sooner than later
id finish readin the paper
and start drinkin
to wash it all away.

it’s easier to run from the thought
of a burning conundrum called home
so you drink and you drink to forget
and wake up in your bed all alone
took me years of screaming honey its over
and denouncing religion via science
and here’s where i sit
not amounting to shit
when my problems
shouldn’t last through the night.

my whiskey whisks
my bourbon blitz,
it’s swim or its
face the wave.
sooner than later
id finish readin the paper
and start drinkin
to wash it all away.

the harder she pulls me in
the more i want to sail away.
I’m a contrarian
land locked in a lovescape.
it cant just be now,
it has to be forever.
that sort of place.

and some would kill
to be loved as i am.
but not me.
I’m not ready for marriage.
babies.
plans.

I’m still interested in being lost at sea.
finding out what,
and not whom,
keeps my heart beating.

lend me your ears
so you can’t hear yourself scream
while you’re drowning in your own sorrows
your sorry,s
your self pitying.
maybe you’ll tire yourself out,
and quit settling for,
or believing
in your own inadequacy,
your own discomfort,
thought natural
at this age
when paired with breathing.

nearest of calls
oldest i’ve known
siren my lover
silently shown
youve brought me back
for certain i’ll be
forever safe from waiting
i hear you
calling me

we wage our own wars

some died
some grow

nearest of calls
oldest i’ve known
siren my lover
silently shown
youve brought me back
for certain i’ll be
forever safe from wanting
i hear you
calling me

we wage our own wars

some died
some grow

why is it
that if you make sad music,
women,
bare upon you
like sunshine at spotless noon.
they fall in love with you.

when i make the music,
it isn’t very sad.
for love is falling
from the rainclouds overhead,
and there’s nothing dreary
about it.

chased away the rain.
lost the will to play.

She’s the kinda gin that needs tonic
and i get all kinds of sour, green, and bubbly
when i think about how i missed out
on the perfect chance to give it to her.

I could get over that cold shoulder,
grow fond of her obsession with clovers
and the round shiny baubles
that illuminate her blue night skies.

Stead i chew my a ginger and ice
along with the sienna swill i label “vice”,
and i suck it down til I’m soakin’ it in
behind the wheel of my notebook.
it’s a lonely drive,
just this fire, these cigarettes, and I.

silly
red-headed
perfect-bodied
tease.

there you are.
drinking,
and moaning,
and floating along
pretending your hair isn’t on fire,
and humans aren’t attracted
to comforting flames.

oh the lies you tell,
and the woes you fake,
all for the attention
of those whom you’d deny
in a face-to-face,
the time of day.

and even we,
the dark tunnel travelers,
the winter night wanderers,
searchers for the light,
even we know,
of our “shared connections” fate.

somewhere inside,
we realize that you’re truly
a burn out.
a waste.
but we chase and dream nonetheless.
desire is an inescapable mistress.

it’s been near 200 hours
and that’s just how long it first took
for me to tremble at the need
of you filling my bed’s nook.
and in three more days
we’ll try and transcend time and space
we’re a wrinkle in time, together
lost in common place.

green eggs and sam
peanut butter and jam
green eggs and sam
if you knew
how you fill me.

you’re my big wool scarf
in the chilled winter winds
you’re like a warm spot in the sun
just as the cold sets in.
I’m the soothing fingers
pressed against knots in your spine
with me, you’ll never have to worry
about tension’s confines.

green eggs and sam
peanut butter and jam
green eggs and sam
if you knew
how you fill me

i’m your shifting gear
when you’re trying to move on
place your hand right into mine
may all your fears be gone.
like a suspension bridge
marking our half way point between
fear not, it wont bend, twist or break
if you take that drive.

green eggs and sam
peanut butter and jam
green eggs and sam
if you knew
how you fill me

if you knew
just how you fill me
green eggs and sam.