Tuesday, December 06, 2016

Caffeine Shakes

Everyone said she died of a broken heart
It was her turn
As the wheel spun
She was young but that doesn't matter
Brilliant but her words are now forgotten
The grey matter replaces and condenses every whisper of her

Sometimes pass and some more after that
Another her
Another turn
As life left her tired
Death left her breathless
She was young but that doesn't matter
Brilliant but her words are now forgotten
The brain pan rewinds and resets till there's very little left

Dead words from closed lips still lingering in my ears
When the wheel spins again, will it be my turn?
I'm still young but that never matters
A little foolish, and these words are already forgotten
Someone else and someone else and others yet
Will defrag and untag and reset
'Til there's little left to say
'Til there's nothing left.
And so on and so forth
'Til the earth is our only epitaph.

Thursday, October 06, 2016

Darkness Renewed

Even nightmares aren't so bad anymore.
Shadows lift, sigh, and fall back to the ground.
It's night out this morning. The sun didn't rise.
No eclipse.
No parables.
No light.
The evening was a reverie of bubbles and desire.
Floating through the ceilings of the trendiest of places.
She was there, and so was he, and also his gal.
We were fearsome in our devilish quartet.
Music followed us around the boardwalk.
Times were, what they were meant to be.
Love, and mystery.
Excitement and trepidation.
Dauntingly, a roundabout of emotions.
Now sings the morning that didn't dawn.
Now the burden of a cathedral's bell's ringing.
Men, women, and children fleeing.
Nowhere and everywhere at once.
And from what?
Nothing in the darkness seems to bite.
There are no call outs of bullets or bombs.
No poisonous whispers of burning agendas.
Nothing but the dark.
And I lay here with her,
She lays here with me.
Looking out the bedroom window,
Into the black.
I think we'll stay in today.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Poor Ida

Poor Ida
Oh, Ida
Poor Ida, she don't know what she needs
Poor Ida
Oh, Ida
Poor Ida, she don't know what she needs

She needs a hot tub full of water
She needs the bubblin' jets blue
She needs a real bright diamond' finger
And the matchin' earrings too

Oh...

Poor Ida
Oh, Ida
Poor Ida, she don't know what she needs
Poor Ida
Oh, Ida
Poor Ida, she don't know what she needs

She needs a window side seat to Vegas
She needs a turnkey poolside flat
She needs an alibi out of order
And she better well get one fast

Oh...

Poor Ida
Oh, Ida
Poor Ida, she don't know what she needs
Poor Ida
Oh, Ida
Poor Ida, knows what she wants but not what she needs