that guy

this man I know drank too much whiskey last night

he had two shots and he fell asleep on the bar

He wondered why he was at the bar

But it was her again, and by her I  mean nobody

But to him she meant something

Dailies in the spring

And sunflowers on the wood

It took him back in time

to those  days of wine and roses

and the mess they made

why did he drink you say?

to save his marriage

hell, to save himself

but no. this man could never be saved

cat hat

There once was a cat in a hat
who wrote himself a tale about himself
i think he was half stoned when he did it
and i watched him as i drank vodka water

the cat was nimble
he wouldn't give up
but his style and prose
makes mine look like dust

so i asked him his name while he took a pause
it was jacob, no, jerry, or something like that
he had to be back on the train in a hurry
but he did not finish his tale of the cat in a hat

so he gave it to me
my writing cap on
and he told me to break free
in order to complete the story from within

"forget all the ruffles and do dongs i wrote
this story is now yours, i wish you good luck"

so i thought and i frowned
and i drank and i stumbled
to the pisser of a washroom
no creator insightful

i washed my face and hair in the sink
goddamn it, i need more drink
they were selling drink everywhere
its popular like that, if you dare

but tonight i'm drinking Russian
just vodka and a kiss
so i left town with the story
a constant nuisance to be dismissed

how can i finish off
such a wonderful plan
or so i thought
i thanked and i thought

the ending of the story
involves me getting drunk

the vile one

I grabbed it again
the vile one
the one that soothes
the one that makes me do
what i cannot other wise

i love my drink and it tastes good
i haven't had a taste in 16 years
before my mother was born
why was i scared
presumptuous i gasp

but no, it's sitting there
on my night stand
a tad bit of juice
orange
with vodka
the only thirst

don't look in the mirror
you might see yourself
depraved and alone
on the toilet bowl

piss blood
and hack it out
the mucus, the phelgm
this drink is my lady for tonight
where has she gone
what has she done

questions? of questions
and peddle some sorrow
i ache to be healed
not by it, but by a loving touch
i love you so, i cannot go
and you're stuck in my head and in my mind
lost forever

simple, pure, odorless
this heavenly, the vodka
the Russians who made it
they knew what thirst meant
sitting in their bunkers
writing the best,
all over their chests

the light is dim
the nurse is calling
hide the bottle in the desk
and begin to process
the feeling of the thunder
the feeling of the unholy bliss

deja vu

I sit on my bed for hours
looking at the stillness of the walls
cold and dark and no fun at all
where did all the fun go

did i leave it on a plane somewhere
or in a drawer, no fresh care
the dryer is broken and my collars are strayed
don't need nothing living like 50 shades of gray

i dont watch teevee
it watches me
dancing in front of it like a honey bee
venom and lust from the projected image
needs no time to get into my vision

my eyes close as i look at the screen
they cross over to another extreme
i gawk and gawk into the space of the realm
feet go titter toe, titter toe at my shoe
hell, this feels like deja vu 2

Merriam-Webster taught me some words
i forget them now, that must be absurd
i close my eyes and pick a page
blowing cotton in the wind to make day pay

a slave to technology
we all know it's true
we still do what we do
because we feel blue
on a sunny afternoon
before the chickens hatch
and the red rooster goes cock a doddle doo

lies blind and money talks
money swears to those who don't prepare
the weather sucks, my mind is shut
got all beat up, in the blizzard buff

mix poetry with song
no more clings and dings
making words from the studio
keep above the wonder king

she told me twice to go
i'm ready now
i won't eat for three days
but that's  plenty now

tip top coats
i'm not rich nor famous
bite down on my lip
make a soul in a song for a bit

make em laugh, make em cry
splish splash goes the market
dealing in trades of Montana cards
mine's 50% off
and i think

"man, that sucks"

the maid

"what ails you", sinner son
grab fast for the cold one
no french maid to clean you up
no more busting dust in a cup

now the commotion
of her tidy blond hair
meets the notion
of a damsel in despair

we only pay her half a cent
and she works like that for a tenth
her name is suited for the job she does
its karen and alice and becca or fuzz

each on their own
but they have a plan
they gonna bust down that front door
with loaded guns in hand

the coolers playing cards
get shot, number one
the teevee gets shot down, second place
all the winos down on the floor

"don't do it" she hears from her bosses lips
"i'll wait for you last, you goddamn prick"
molotov cocktails from the sides
these girls mean business, no roll of the die

"come here you prick", bosses number two man
used to beat her with a fanny can
"ain't so funny now you little shit"
he cries and cries and he makes a fit
a six shooter on his tit
ain't this it

what the martyrs think now
not laughing anymore, no sound

number two man tries to run away
he's scared for treason and dismay
he slips on some blood, breaks a knee
shirley or whatever, makes him plead

"i ain't gonna kill ya yet," she says
he just opens his mouth undamned
i'm only gonna put a bullet hole
right up your rosebud

he's dead for sure
she pulls the hair
no rectum, no anus
her job was heinous

now on to the main course
her daddy, her force
he's loading his gun but the bullets are gone
daddy ain't coming home tonight, son

puppies and poetree

blackness, darkness
can i see the light?
backwards, forwards
has your brain gone sour with power

jump back to the time of the rhyme
when it happened so long ago
brothers in arms and jackets
trying to save another's soul

back to the time of the individual army
these kids only understand
if you ignore them

beat box don't matter if you got no spit
tell your homeboy not to double dip
french is the new wave
tender so fair

my cousin don't listen
he's all up in the air
break those weights and smack in the arm
confuse yourself when it gets past dawn

don't fight just pray
all we got is together
stay faithful in vain
but forever keep on sight

two eyes looking through one
on the center of the forehead
breathe all calmly
speak warrants to the judge

unable to pay
unable to jerk
forget you man
what you got is a quirk

twitch twitch goes an eyelash
better make your wish fast
catch it on your fingernail
better hope it will last

blackness, darkness
can i see the light?
backwards, forwards
has your brain gone sour with power

when you mime

there's a time

when you mime

there's the time

if you mind

now sit back 

and let me tell you a story

bout the wonderful onyx

bare down to his last dying breath

we struggled for hours

in the ocean so deep

mysterious landing

what could I creep

I walked on the water

I fell back hard

my neck hurts in pain

while im begging to sober up

you want all my soul

to munch at lunchtime

taking those tablets you take

might make you awake

theres a song bird

in the ruins of Maine

this song bird does play 

every minute of the day

there's a time

when you mime

there's the time

if you mind

come with me

ashore, my lady luck

don't leave me alone

i am afraid of the muck

you are so lucky

you eat all my food
i want to strive far

to get where you are

now wipe the tears

and come back to me

be gentle forever

please come back to me

my skull has lost his eyes

no teeth and no skin

i perish away 

into the great beyond

there's a time

when you mime

there's the time

if you mind

now repeat after me

all lassies and wenches

revolution is fast

we got the boat of the masses

while its another time on land

theres the time of the ship

we follow this time

and we do not commit

on land, our babies

waiting for us to get home

i wanna see my grandson

cause this war is a bore

does this make sense?

are you listening to me?

my soul has fallen

into the pits of all call-in

I got fire and brimstone

for my wake

the captain is back

from the depths of the H

climb that canon

do what's what

attack that boat

we're getting scurvy tonight

there's a time

when you mime

there's the time

if you mind

to my cousin pt 2

I ain't hear from you son
That's how I know you beat
drive my carriage to the door
let me in so i can reap

you a rapper now son
but where all the wings and the wangs
you chop it up like lettuce
while I bust my ass like mcrouter

i didn't know i had it in me
to bust a rhyme back and forth
but i just got some cojonos
and a thank you letter, just once

break your thumbs playing xbox live
wait a minute sailor
nine lives is passing you by

ain't that a shame when you don't know what to do
make this banter into ruins, i don't think your balls can do it
settle down and make a family
i'll visit for christmas and introduce you to my show

whats that you ask
just a simple show
all about the rap and the flim and flam
no more kickin back beers, this shits for real

my eyes cross heavily
i can see the future now
beer gut with homies
busting out the pizza truck

no pepperoni, no sausage, no salami for me
i find the rap virtue, in my non-eating extreme
so i know the first one rhymes, hell im the seventh son
tell me what you doing
lemme see it for myself

cause if you can't i won't lend another helping hand
your warbucks might save you
hell, he might even pay ya

night night sleep tight
i'm livin on a floor
wax on wax off
is what i like totally adore

can you dig it?