nothing on the docket
guilty from a mile away
judge on vacation
jury marked absent
executioner on duty;
trial by society
fire and brimestone
hung from a gold star
walking the streets with their head in a bag
marked failure
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
nothing on the docket
guilty from a mile away
judge on vacation
jury marked absent
executioner on duty;
trial by society
fire and brimestone
hung from a gold star
walking the streets with their head in a bag
marked failure
one way you’ll find yourself on your own
nothing wrong with that sitting from your ivory throne
just don’t phone home
with that stray
around your festive sleigh
carrying him over that archway
he’ll never be on broadway
chalk it up to good luck
made it without mac
this is what he was afraid of
see what i am made of
i wish you could see what i became
you joined the club last week just walking knees
now it’s me survived on a breeze nowyour heart is at ease-
the man that i am- you would of hated it
you hated everything; but you would of thrown
a killer 27th club party
after you’ve lost your job and the world is crashing
what will you have;
when the night is swerving down the highway with a half empty glass
what will you have;
fresh off the books heading down the tunnel toward a chair and a needl
what will you have;
remembering those few days rowing down to the river with the kids
kids with a pole and some bait late in the evening with a catch
catch a memory the size of a tuna under moon before the long night
night, that night- we had it all
wonder if tomorrow has a face
skin
a brain
if they wore funny hats
told dad jokes
made meatloaf
loves to save coupons
finds beauty in everything
then
when tomorrow comes
it’s you; it’s you
i’ve seen tomorrow and tomorrow-
tomorrow is going to be a good day
sitting here
a hand way from you
the light against your inviting smile
listening to the deep thought path about your latest project and that bitch Andrea
i know you are kidding
i find the light in your eyes and stare;
and never look away
best believe-
best believe your tokens are no good here
we share currency from stone pockets
stone mountain- picks and hammers looking for gold
not for currency- your tokens are no good here
to shine on your finger,
it’ll break the mountain top
send rocks and fools gold tumbling down
cracking the earth below
best believe
when the earth settles and the tears fade
know, your gratitude, your tokens
are no good here
i don’t want to spend
another minute
eating anything other then m&ms;
everything else has lost its taste
lost their color- lost their meaning-
a day watching movies
with m&ms
and i’ll never need anything else
channel orange
blurring the lines from sanity and the city
the city that made me
feelin’ nostalgic swimmin’ in our family pool
swim, swim good
high on novocaine
fallin’ from my mouth
hair changin’ colors
raisins on my hands
flying and you are the wings
the ground is the past
we’re above that now
sinking ships we’re all afloat now
focused on me and now i’m in lift off
two seats and rain checks cashed in
a lime or two and soft skin
i see your moves and the way you spin
girl i wonder where you have been
when i was on the ground
flapping my wings like an idiot
just wanting to leave the ground