Journey's End

Come lay with me in a proper bed,
its been months since i've laid down.
Come lay with me on bed so soft,
i'll lay my body down.
I haven't slept in months you see it's you
that keeps me wake.
Upon this wooden bed we rest
and oh, my body aches.

If you lay with me in a proper bed
i'm sure we'll sleep just fine.
The scatted stars and spider webs
create the dreams design.
And underneath the bed there is a twitching,bleeding mouse
for sadly dear, all that lives, is dying in this house.

Come lay with me in a proper bed,
come rest yer weary bones.
Come lay yer head on pillow soft
and cry and sigh and moan.
You haven't slept in months you see, it's me
that keeps you wake.
Upon this metal bed we rest,
such shallow breaths we take.

If you wont lay in a proper bed,
i'm sure this is the end.
The mouse is scratching on the floor.
The cat is is not a friend.
And underneath the covers is a beating,bleeding heart.
Sadly dear, if this don't work, i'm sure well have to part.

Nocturnal Glare Confusion

If you don't want to sleep next to me anymore, please leave my home.
Perhaps it's as much yers as it is mine, but you are the one who has fallen out of love.
I stare out the window at that empty trail of weak lights...
the moon hanging somewhere over a pile of paper and glass.
And the sheets on our bed are filled with confetti and dirt.
I've asked you so many times to wipe yer feet off before you get in.
and when you leave all ill be left with is a pile of dust only aggravating me further.
and there'll be no one to say bless you
and there'll be no one to water the plants
and there'll be no one to take out the dead mice
and there'll be no one to help me to make the bed...
but i know myself and will not bother.
I can just lay there and think about shooting up the place...
my confetti six shooter on one side, my alligator water gun on the other.
Shooting and spitting and crying with a soundtrack of nothing but you walking out silent.
And ill lay on the bed, some horrible pile of hair and salt water, staring up at that nasty sun shining its shit grin on that pile of paper and glass...
I'll forever want you there pressed between me and confetti and the window...
I'll forever be there pressed against that wooden pole and dirt and you...
I'll forever be there staring out at the moon through the glass pane by that wilting garden,
and you'll be with some other girl wiping yer feet off before getting into bed.

An adventure of the deadliest proportions

The sun it meandered its way down the sky like a long distance runners cool down lap.
The air felt chilled and breezy and carried with it the quiet energy of warmer days to come.
And inside the house they plotted over animal crackers and soda...
With a giggle and a smile and stories told like fables they thought of gettin on with it.
IT being life, in a musical sense, in a travelers sense, in a transitory sense.
The life we love to live is here and why not try to grab it up?
Scoop it up like a hand full of jellybeans.
i will give the licorice ones to mother while she waits at home listening to the radio.
So what do little girls need...
An atomic fireball to travel in.
Perhaps some jello.
and tailfeathers fer shakin.
There were days spent on mountains and by rivers and in fields with the oldest of family...
...but now perhaps it is time to embrace new family.
Maybe one last time.
To meander with the sun...
To embrace to quiet energy of those warmer days to come.

Post confession awkward blues

No more.
no less.
and to you...i confess.
this is wrong.
this is wrong.
this is wrong.

Imperial Thought

The transitory dream,the intrepid traveler,the reality expanding warrior,the lucid experience...
The sweat on the brow,the knots in the stomach, the blister on the foot, the wilted mental state...
The full wallet, the empty account...
The shots on the lips, the shots down the drain, the beer on the lips, the beer on the ground...
The people who came before you, the people after you...
The people you've met along the way.
Everything echoes with you AND all you hate.
It is the beginning and the end all at once.
It its the tears of the starry eyed and the laughs of the lonely...
The desire fer things beyond what you know.
The ability to know things and share them with others.
You stop and realize the walls look like snakeskin...
You have to do what keeps you going-whatever it may be.
The body shuts down, the mind will follow.
The days get longer,and the nights get shorter.
I will smile when i want...and lament when its time.
And you will know what time that is cause i will be gone and the trail i leave behind will be a ghost of yer indecision.

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the long gone blur of a sped up daydream.
bones banging drum and birds screaming in the sun.
the pace is now an extension amplified...
echoing technology, writhing on the forest floor.
handfulls of sand collected, rivers extracted.
vomiting the organs to feed them.
hunger hunger hunger
heart, liver spleen...
sparkling in the twinkle of the midday glow.
filtered through the leaves and reflected off of shards of glass...
...the light seems more gentle.

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You are some long gone memory that I question.
I know that there is no way my father would listen to Metallica, but I
remember those nights in the Catskills.
Driving through the mountains hearing "Unforgiven" on the radio.
Chewing the prized stick of bubble gum from my Garbage Pail Kid cards
and thinking
that the stars were lonely while I looked up at them from my back.