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.