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Thursday, July 20, 2006
Sully
Peg legged Al
Has a sassafrass pal
And they live on a ship at sea
He eats shelled up fish
Yet never uses a dish
And his nails sting hard like a bee
There's whispers in his head
There's odors of rotting fish, dead
And the seawater is black like oil
The boat rocks like grandma's chair
And creatures live in his hair
They'd be at home, buried beneath the soil
-AP 07-20-06
Friday, July 14, 2006
The Coming Storm
It starts off with a rumble as the edges of the sidewalk crumble
A weed may take a tumble but the bumble bees still sting
And the crowd of people seem to be thinner than your hair
As the parked cars' horn honks become louder in the air
The rumble turns to shakes and behind you comes the marching earthquakes
Their fangs are mashing along with parked cars crashing as their mass moves forward
They are tall monstruous brick house ogre beasts with death in their eyes
Their bellies aching for a feeding and your flesh is the prize
Cars become crushed metal like bike petals in a junkyard pile
The fang mashing giants edge closer like a storm with a smile
Your feet are brick and mortar along with the bent concrete mass
Lay down slowly, bleeding air from every pore and become transparent like glass
Before you know it, the world is succombed by this dirt smoked death blast
Rumbling like the tumbling teeth mashers amidst the emptiness mast
Everything grey black and full in it's emptiness as the blood train moves on
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Unravelling
I'm creating new scars with these thoughts in my head
Ripping open my flesh to let the heart faucet drip
Tangling sinues and ligaments alike
Swingling like wires I'd want to stick in the spokes of a bike
Unconnecting my bones and throwing this skin jacket away
Sloppily moving through the haze of the day
My muscular structure falls apart at the seams
And it feels to me like another one of those glaring red dreams
Burning fire amongst the occular slate of my eyes
The heart faucet seems to be losing it's needed suppliment
I try to hop, skip or take a flying leap
But I soon forget what the hell that even meant
Brain juice inside a bottle necked man
Trying so desperately to calculate his life span
Seeking solace and love is a futile condition
And there's a growing life puddle beneath his feet
The scars I've created have all got their own names
Like those obscure and sleazy beer drinking card playing games
It seems like I'm close to the end of my twine
And the thought of sleeping without dreams suddenly seems so divine
With a flash and a smash, everything seems to crash
Bones, blood, and muscle lie together, like potatoes in a mash
And my mind seems to be the last functioning being in the sludge
Just leave me alone here because I'd be happier not to budge
Saturday, July 08, 2006
The Letter S
I woke up reminded of being the other man
It's a syndrome that makes my eyes itch like ivy
It's become sort of routine and trivial
Like brushing teeth and then the mouthwash
I don't like it but don't know how to operate without it
It's a feeling like a hole but not that cliche
And I know it's happening and I can't stop it
I can acknowledge it and pet it like a cute little cat
Make fun of it from afar and disown it in the company of others
But the feelings still exist there behind my back
And they like to smack me in the back of the head at times like this
They whisper and scream words like, "STUPID" and "foolish"
It's a Saturday and it's a She and it's a name and it's a place
I know things I wish to not acknowledge but they root like gofers beneath my soil
These carrots of knowledge are being plucked and I'm trying to not pay attention
Come tomorrow I'll pretend like I never even wrote this
Come tomorrow I won't be the other man, at least I'll be the actor pretending
I'll smile and nod and be that silly guy
But it will all eventually come back to this thing
This Saturday and this She
This name and this place
Pull the plug and let it flicker
Toss it out the window and let it smash
I need it to be purged but I need it to stay with me
Keep me company and break the walls
Take advantage of me and keep me safe
Pluck my eyes out like grapes and feed them to the monkies
Without these itching eyes, perhaps these feelings will go away too...
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Clown Goes Boom
Face caked makeup
Place baked with stakes up
Dirty sheeted tent town
Juggling rotted fruit
Dirty deed doing sad clown
Eyeballs a blaze from smoke and booze
It's really hard to walk in those big red shoes
Juggling fruits from the neighbors yard
Just like the Joker from the Devil's card
Hopping robotic from toe to toe
Much obliged to the average Joe
Makeup dried with dirty lips
He wears those gloves to keep a grip
Tossing fruit and throwing knives
Watching the clouds move like passing lives
Hopping robotic from toe to toe
Much obliged to the average Joe
Sunday, July 02, 2006
The Belt Buckle Floor Show
Welcome to the Belt Buckle Floor Show
It's a place where the folks like to dance their dance
Naked in clown makeup and feathers
Adorned with bells and whistles
It's a crowded place, full of booths and popcorn
There's a place in the corner too
She likes to hide there
It's where she does the thing she says she doesn't do
It's the Belt Buckle Floor Show, of course
A place where he likes to giggle like a sheep
His belly is filled up with butterflies and beer
His nostrils flare like Fridays here
There's a toothy grin appearing on his gritty face
His teeth, brown and golden
This place makes him shine like an old fashioned movie marquee
You'll find it here at the Belt Buckle Floor Show
A plethora of corn syrup and jewels
The children run a plenty
Sugar highs and monetary lows
Their laughter, screams, and cries blend together like smog
Unfulfilled wants and needs come out like burps
And before they know it, it's naptime
This place makes their bellies ache from shoe shine saccharin
It's closing time at the Belt Buckle Floor Show
We hope you enjoyed your stay
Please man the doors and wipe the floors
Purchase your saturated pocket fillers now
May your ego feel temporarily boosted
May our cash registers feel boasted too
For we are closing at the Belt Buckle Floor Show
Thanks for the friendly invasion, please come again.
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