Ms. Jillybean and Saala JonesHey Ms. Jillybean,
Where'd you hide all your sweets?
This cupboard holds only pretzels.
What we need is nuts.
Nuts, each individually wrapped
'Cause they're too crazy to mingle.
Somebody get me my mop!
We need a clean up on interstate 6.
Oh forget it,
The people love watching,
The juices puddle.
Just put up a velvet rope
And charge admission.
Let people see what they want to see.
Help his life manager,
Buy a Mercedes and a new hoola-hoop.
So she can shimmy and shake in style,
As she pawns off, used goods.
No, police round up.
Putting out firewater free-for-alls.
Give up your credential,
And sign your initials,
You're going away for a long time
Or at least until 9:30 tonight
When the lawyer stretches his legs.
Damn, ain't that the way it always goes,
For all the not so "so & so's",
And Famous Joe Blows,
Take a turn at the next right,
I tired of these side streets,
That riddle themselves together.
Just a b
Watch the Legions ApproachListen listen
Listen to the distant rumble,
My time is nigh
They've caught up to me at last,
Soldiers of the blue
Armed with cold hearts
That can never know fear
I hunch in my seat
Hoping they might disband
But their legions are plentiful
As they continue their march to the sea
I could run
But they would find me,
Dampen my spirits,
Drop me down,
So here I shall stay,
As the armies of the rain
Lay waste to my dry street.
Lay Off CassadyOut of left field she descends
Upon my conscious
A beauty I had occasionally known
In foggy memories
And subsequent dreams
Right 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 excited
To see me
Yet, I doubt she really was
Half as excited
As I was to be seen;
Funny thing, being noticed
It makes a strong man weak
A smart man dull
And a poet tongue-tied
Man, I dig this chick
Who I've known
But never knew
How I wish
I could have spoke
And danced with her
In that afternoon
Just the two of us
Free and easy
Like we could have been
Had I spoken up years ago
Well, I am speaking now
"Moriarty, stay away from this one"
I dig her
I 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 someone
Never chanced lose that game,
I have never played a sport
Never chance the misery and pain;
I have never had a friend
Never chanced to be in debt,
I have never tried anew
Never chanced I might regret;
I have never read a book
Never chanced something I knew wrong,
I have never listened to music
Never chanced hear an ill song;
I never thought it'd be so short
Never thought my ship would have sailed,
I never really lived my life
Never chanced I might have failed.
Hobo KhakisIt is not yet 9 o'clock
and the walls are already coming down.
With a rumble and a shake,
and then a heavy silence.
The stillness so palpable
that one could almost ring it out of the air,
and sell it to health food stores
call it "Nothing & More."
Send this letter to the beach
I need a man who knows sand.
My watch may be broken.
Days have become day,
months to month.
Time has become frozen
Like a statue's popsicle
Somebody 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 causes
rise to meet their mountains.
I wish I could climb like my uncle Abe.
I got just the right pair
Got them from a hobo,
who wanted to freeze his legs off.
Said that way he could crawl better
atop people's sympathy.
I told him it's easier to ride
on people's fears.
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 fast
I 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 denial
Pen to paper has never been this hard
My mind feels like it ran miles
Though I dare not tell her how I feel
Risking 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!