Lay Off CassadyOut of left field she descendsUpon my consciousA beauty I had occasionally knownIn foggy memoriesAnd subsequent dreamsMaterializedRight in front of me(Well, make up your mind, is she left or right?)Right, definitely right
How could she be wrong?She looked so excitedTo see meYet, I doubt she really wasHalf as excitedAs I was to be seen;Funny thing, being noticedIt makes a strong man weakA smart man dullAnd a poet tongue-tiedMan, I dig this chickWho I've knownBut never knewHow I wishI could have spokeAnd sangAnd danced with herIn that afternoonParking-lotJust the two of usFree and easyLike we could have beenHad I spoken up years agoWell, I am speaking nowAnd shouting"Moriarty, stay away from this one"I dig herYes, yesI dig her.
Lay Your HeadI could be the prophet,Everyone asks bread;I could be the gravedigger,Who always welcomes the dead;I could be the lover,Who's passionate and caring;I could be the spectator,Who's perfected the art of staring;I could do everything,Or nothing at all;I could be a hero,And just wait around to fall;I could be a star,Lighting the dark world bright;I could be anything I want,When I lay down my head at night.
I Have NeverI have never loved someoneNever chanced lose that game,I have never played a sportNever chance the misery and pain;I have never had a friendNever chanced to be in debt,I have never tried anewNever chanced I might regret;I have never read a bookNever chanced something I knew wrong,I have never listened to musicNever chanced hear an ill song;I never thought it'd be so shortNever thought my ship would have sailed,I never really lived my lifeNever chanced I might have failed.
Hobo KhakisIt is not yet 9 o'clockand the walls are already coming down.With a rumble and a shake,and then a heavy silence.The stillness so palpablethat one could almost ring it out of the air,bottle it,and sell it to health food stores
call it "Nothing & More."Send this letter to the beachI need a man who knows sand.My watch may be broken.Days have become day,months to month.Time has become frozenLike a statue's popsicleSomebody fetch me an optometrist,I need bifocals,reading two books at once.Doesn't matter though,Jack's last chapters are missing.I think I like it better this way.No great trip to Mexico,but no sad goodbye on a cold New York night.Men with great causesrise to meet their mountains.I wish I could climb like my uncle Abe.I got just the right pairof Khakis.Got them from a hobo,who wanted to freeze his legs off.Said that way he could crawl betteratop people's sympathy.I told him it's easier to rideon people's fears.Hobo saidonly priestsand po
Her SmileI met a girl for the first time today,Though we knew each other's past;We talked of life's adventures lived,My words spoken too fastI impressed her with my artwork,She impressed me with her smile;Sitting next to her I felt a certain calm,Much to my heart's denialPen to paper has never been this hardMy mind feels like it ran milesThough I dare not tell her how I feelRisking never again see her smile
Going AroundHey, how've you been?It's been a while.Heard you became a slut.Who did I hear that from?Oh, it doesn't matter.Just something that was going around.Apparently, not as fast as you!
GlancesGlancesCock-eyed and crookedOut of the cornersPowerful and expressiveThey linger for recognitionWaving wildlyFlags for the shy
Ghost of the CloudsIt covers the scenery like a gauzy shroud;It adds tension and mysteryTo the flat and static;It can lighten the dark,And he can darken the day;It clings to the buildingslike a spider-webbut leaves not a tracewhen you brush it away;Fog can lurkAnd fog can flow;It is something present,Yet indefinable;Fog is the ghost of cloudsAnd the spirit of fallen skyFog is shyNature's wall-flowerAlways overshadowed by that jockOf an afternoon sunOr that bullyOf a mid-day rainFog does not dictate your dressBut merely suggestsYou don a coat Fleeting Yours, Mr. Con D. Insation
Freedom WillingThere you sit, off in a cornerTalking in speech, foreign to the foreignerLaughing and smiling, you shake aboutEver so suddenly you let forth a shout"Ah!" You cry, like suddenly knowingAll the while, my curiosity growingWhat must it be like, to be dealt such a hand?Trapped in a body, like the shell of a manOdd from birth, outcast as suchLife flew by quickly, like silence from "hush"Death for you, brings freedom willingAs my eyes feel the water buildingBut go you must, you're owed that at leastYou were never allowed to sample life's feastAs the autumn leaves lightly fellYou bid us all good-bye, farewellBut in mind, Joel, you'll live onLong, long afterYour laughter is gone