chilly

so im bouncing down the avenue
need some raisin bran
can't shit for weeks
people believe this shit, shucks
i'm still the man you brought me to be
eating the crash, smoking the doob
south africa is my friend
with a bump on his head
mouthing words to get it all right
done okay
done okay
gone, shit
all these ladies live for the rap
i live so i don't do crap
and crap where i eat
and the shit is food
all inclusive what you expect
there must be gold
find it in my tooth
bling bling
such a silly thing
dessert for breakfast
no girlfriend today
i look through my glasses, see it rise
in my easy bake oven
chilly can't compromise
they take his deals
cut them up
the will to power is all he's got

sweet tart

i got a bun in my hair
brother said beware
whatchu want from me
let it be
so i bust a cap
a sweet tart
makes the sugar feel me breath
go in my sweet tart
make my baby get all sweet tart
then i take her to bedroom
more sweet tarts
she takes off her panties
more sweet tarts
i get on the floor
we leave open the door
an asshole i be
my prick in her now
need more sweet tart
off her teat
yum yum
brother knock on the door
opens it up
get the fuck out
no more sweet tart

Aphrodite

Aphrodite, can you hear my call
Aphrodite, don't let me fall
Aphrodite, do you hear the call
baby, baby please don't let me fall

Mona Lisa, baby girl
don't make me, i'm gone away
leave it to me to find the way
I love you so, the lightningbolts, Naruda say so, (say so, say so so)

Mona Lisa, I love you
in the trenches, a young Jew
I look at your picture as the mortars hit the sand
I look in your eye, you made me a  man

Aphrodite, can you hear my call
Aphrodite, don't let me fall
Aphrodite, do you hear the call
baby baby please don't let me fall

Queen Elizabeth, mark my words
I've almost been neutered, a nut to a squirrel
the end is near and my shoulder is sweeping
the sweat on my hands makes me kinda queasy

Queen Elizabeth, pushing me to the gallow
the hang man there with his rope
finding pills on the floor, must be dope
another lever takes my fall

Aphrodite, can you hear my call
Aphrodite don't let me fall
Aphrodite, do you hear the call
baby baby please don't let me fall

dave and darren

I don't even know where to begin.

Dave and Darren are real

Dave created it for me, smile, everything
and Darren was what i thought he would be.

FWD was the magazine.

I don't know how to explain what just happened.

Dave Parkinson III

in the town, where i was born

the land of the free
the lights at my door
the finger on my hand
the tools in the room
what room
your room
do you want milk
i can help you find it
3.5%
it's okay we can still be friends
but it goes both ways
left and right then left again
wondering
wishing
thinking
how to accomplish this task
there's three storylines to approach
how should i adapt it
escape the asylum
laughed off stage
crying yet laughing
tears of a clown
no more clowning around
shine your teeth up
giggle a little
hand stands and makeup
this will give them a thrill
or is it the circus
3 for 3
just give me my nitrous oxide
and i'll see you very well
lightbulbs flashing, taking pictures of latitude
kiss on the cheek
dancing cheek to cheek
don't get cheeky
to the land you live
silence is loud
please don't laugh at me
or me
or me
or me
or me
or me
especially him
himself as one
crying in the shadows
hey thats a nice coat
purple and green
he just do what he please

three chances over airwaves

yo yo gage was right in his comfy chair
blonde as in mister what has he done
for the madsen is a poet and actor and a family man
pumped gas all day, walken in the rain
first time no good it ain't frozen out, 1st try
second time not right, kill bill volume 1 times too many
but three
lucky three
ask the idiom
the third times right
ask the character man named Budd

intrepid thoughts in a tough time

i found myself hanging from a tree this morning while I was drinking coffee. I shouldn't drink coffee, for the effect on my nervous system becomes mixed. I don't  know whether to smile or frown.

i found myself buried in the grass, under a tombstone of an iguana i once had. His name was duh iggy and i always called him ziggy. I'm sure he could have played that guitar. and then we bitched.

The line changed at starbucks at a moment when my being was confused. unable to react,  unable to think and the performance was lousy. the critics were there and i cried. but i think i found sarah. she knows it too.

everything is blurry and the tears encompass my eyes. I fought with my mom about dumb things, over dramatically but i love her. i don't know what to think about anymore

my brain is tired my soul dissipated when nick wasn't there. i hear everything but i don't think i have the role yet. i just need a vacation from studying. you have your reading week and i have mine. i actually read that week.

missed another important cue. doctor with his wife and kids, i missed cadence. again, pet semetary. I am now Hugo's Frankenstein and I can't give up yet.

like people say, will you work for no money and continue the practice. I will live like a goat and as long as i can give back to the city I can and will. when is this possible.

all my friends are above me  spirit. i am my own friend. and it's beginning, the rain. Vertov I believe. we can film in Hamilton and i can cast the characters while the ending will be written as so it goes. 3/4 of material then 1/4 of improve. pure Godard.

i don't have the equipment, but i have the ideal, the vision, the grasp in my hand.  and then i get depressed and hate myself.  everyday is different. and i sleep when i can. but why hide. hyde ng.

i'm on the encyclopedia of health and whatever king or Nietzsche I have lying around. I would love to play Friedrich or Einstein. I just need to get out. I'm on mars and need to react with the team.

and if you're reading this, this is my 21 post in november, blackjack as the weather lady said. what else, oh, i was sitting in the coffee shop right in front of a sticker that said come and i just couldn't leave. pop culture at it's finest. misunderstood in the moment. deliberation in the reflection.

to mad to speak, so I must howl.


help us help all

mahalo!
no body only spirit and soul

times of trouble

well,my old geetar busted
i'm rambling around
reading oh goodness
oh lordly get down

you watch and you see
what life is meant to be
yet you calmly ignore
fulfilling the deed

times of trouble
break down my soul
all i have left is my spirit
a body so warm

i found myself in a leopard skin
with Lucy and Judas and Rumpelstiltskin
they play for a dollar
much more than i play

there's  no harmony in this sad song
no playing, around no messing the floor
god told Abel, to do what he must
he sinned for his weakness and his son is lost

times of trouble
break down my soul
all i have left is my spirit
and my body's so warm

contemplating my fortune
coins dropped in a hat
some are nickels, some pieces of crust
he died for his lust

this song ain't quite over
the train track moves on
i ride the northbound
i hope it's my home

times of trouble
break down my soul
all i have left is my spirit
and a body so warm

i hope it's my home
i hope i find it
i hope it's mine
i hope it's my home

the days get longer
my hands, hard as rock
i hope i find it
i hope it's my home.

do you remember?

when the chimp smoked the cigar

when he stepped on rakes that had no place being there

dental plan! lisa needs braces!

gazpacho!

she throws barts heart in a a garbage, well a wall, then it slides to the garbage

when burns was an alien

trab pu kcip

homer and his nacho hat, with the cheese cleverly disguised in the middle

when they're house told them to leave

when moes burns down and homer makes a bar in the basement

anti-bully spray, pretty much just salad dressing

homer nailing something on the roof and the shadow scares marge

grandma and grandpa growing up in new york

mrs bouvier mrs bouvier! with the ending a la midnight cowboy
-kudos to neil young

do you remember?
when the simpsons had cool pop culture references my generation will never forget

i hear a cough, i hear a cough

what hasth happened to me
dare I look death in the eye and fail
is there a chance for the glum to be remembered
on the shores of Malibu?

on the shores of Malibu, this epic takes place
home to the rich
hung by the dead
forever in the grasps of immoral men

for I never leave the house
I see from the inside out
let me find a way back
tear me a new thread
hold back vicious dollarhyde

from the movies we spent

in time of essence
existence unknown by men
do they know?
is this their joke?
am I just a ragged muse?

i will not contend
this page is too small to enter my verbs
my mouse pad too sensitive
my mind foggy

a British lad with no tea
or teeth
or mandible
or tongue
come hither we

for the times do not change for centuries
i write til it's blood
then more
more
cast it away
i don't need no well of ink
i need serpents tongue
devious octopus plays
the vicious he writes

for now is no time to play

Gg

vogelfrei

the doctor is in
for what, you may ask?

to understand weakness
to end all man's grief

the doctor of love
lust
desire
health
fitness
lightning (like Zeus)
with a stomach full
as so it goes

he has the medicines
tucked in his shoe
for nausea
depression
loneliness
and gloom

the man calls from the room
an appendix forsaken
in the next room
the devil, he opens
the room goes a shine

polish with wax
don't drink turpentine
forever at last
may the warden  heave, full-blast
thou shall nobody ever heath nor ask

this tiny tale of madness

Gg

prelude in rhymes

as if time stands still
you wait for me
along the brush comb
of life to be

in light of a truly important matter
you sing gently to me like a hatter
your words are just
forever lust
until Rome is conquered by a jealous fuss

the man of Caesar falls by his peers
they stab him in the back
to make themselves clear
like newsprint they are nothing
a toss in the rag

Dionysus spits back
for we cherish his soul
windows open
doors close
the midnight train approaches

the ability to compromise is shunned
wrapped up like a godly warm bun
frequent travels on frequency
your mind is open
let us peer thy near

somehow i read german, thus and thereafter

i'm writing down things that I don't understand

missing act one

lightsabers
hopefully
weren't
lost today
stuck in the role
couldn't say hello
chewy
nougat is
signs
latter fields
make me believe
that i am still real.

just a student in this teaching of life
just say hello
it won't make a fright
a cup of coffee for the night
take a bite
sleep understood
for he Friedrich is the writer
and I am his faithful...dew

moments with Zarathustra

hey hey woody guthrie, i wrote you a song

date night is Wednesday
speak the TRUTH
manners matter most
practice your writing

leave the house
walk back
am I just a number?
a dotcom?

the college lies nigh
speak to me, at last we laugh
unknown in the room
function for the woman

teeter totter til darkness falls
think triumphantly to speak and speak of
no teeter totter for me anymore
til death do us part

teeter totter, time'sa ticking
the man did it
broke his fist

teeter totter
tatter teat-no feat for thee
bladder bladder, do not erupt
teeter totter, seventh smith

"lyric reason" speak the men
isolation in the underground
isolated to feats of strength
isolated in yourself

don't be a fool
under where
be that fool
it's begun, no stopping now

feature teacher
in a loop
bladder dupe
speak the Truth

village trustee

1,2,3,4

I want more.

5,6,7,3

bless your soul
come to me

in the trenches of Istabul
the man learns to write
he's given a gun and a priest blessed him right
the warden in the gallows
doing the executioners job
writing self-poetry
to make the night young

she whispers softly
she dances in the parade
whippersnapper baby
come to daddy
he promises, he'll stop the pain

1,2,3,4

don't you look at me

5,6,7,3

live your life, don't matter me

bless your soul
come to me

that little man got out of the trenches
got himself a good paying job
watching crossing guards pick their nose
see what kinda gold they got

the fever judges a million
the flu does nothing right
for her parade has started
speaking words of hastened night
the wolf howls, lonely as can be
speaking to the moon, ain't it right

there's the alter boy with complications
he's huffing puffing all night
doctor says the medications useless
that boy knows whats right
in the night of the sickness
he stands up and fights
feverish and getting the pox

1,2,3,4,

handcuffed to a motel bed

5,6,7,3

wandering in the sleep

bless your soul
come to me

this party has just begun
the man he writes a letter
puts in my mailbox large
it says don't come back to Mooney, baby
get outta this place while you can

the alter boy coughs on the bible
looking out the window to god
he prays a million Hail Mary's
maybe putting his faith on a ledge
if god can't save me lotus
then I wish for a quick death

the writer writes a note to this child
he bold everything in some font
the letter reads something like this or that
the boy has a change of heart and spirit
the letter he burns after reading
hell, the alter boy will be alright

the writer leaves notes in town
best thing ever seen since 1912
now the man he flees in the darkness
his job is most humbly done
that man haunts the city
with a cloak and a homemade pen

1,2,3,4

everybody safe in the city

5,6,7,3,

that boy will be alright

bless your soul
come to me

was what that letter read.

digging ditches

A well dressed man speaks to a man in rags. This is what they said.

Rags- "I want to go to LA"

Well-Dressed-"You can't, you little shit, because I goddamn told you no, and that's final"

R-"New York, then"

WD-"Just get out of my face"

R-"But, I need answers and all you do is mess up my confidence"

WD-"Damn right, I do"

R-"Speak to me sometimes, get the message across"

WD-"You're a plebian. Just work for me, I own this state"

R-"You own nothing of man, or his existence. I shall shun your name forever"

WD-"Now, keep this in mind kid. You'll end up travelling the world all day, writing novels from imagination"

R-"Who told you that?"

WD-"I'm telling you that"

R-"How?"

WD-"Dig another ditch and I'll tell you."

R-"Piss off"

WD-"It's  true for I know the secret. It's in my doctrine.Get back to work."

R-"Punch me in the face first, I need to feel the pain"

WD-"Piss off. I need you limber"

R-"Then send me away"

WD-"Fuck no, get out of here. Those ditches ain't going to dig themselves"

R-"Well, I don't dig"

WD-"Then get the fuck outta of my face"

Rags runs offstage. Well  Dressed looks down at his pocket watch. Walks offstage.

combfield

where are your eyes?

maybe ask

can you tell me?

where I'm at?

lies in a kiss

i bet she misses me more

a broken heart will do that

lay you down with those like you

the poor, dirt kicked in my face

a passion of spit on my shoe

questions, listen class

yellowing in my eyes

my liver a mess

could be cirrhosis

I hope for the best

the chicken sun, I heard it uttered

lit by the flames of Cerberus and Hades

breath that fire

hide in the lab

frail beginnings

don't rush

speak it with me now

let me hear you

for I am just another number

just another

-numb

-burr

me

Gg

breaking down solid matter

confetti
listen to the outcome
by a favoured gasp

take your time, child!
for you are new, yet I am old

all I do is dance
up and down the stairs
backwards, forwards
twirling
she dances with me
in my mind
and I watch the door to see her face
but the door never opens
and I stare at it, night and day
but the door never opens

and my knee hurts
let me focus
speak lots
advance
be strong
continue

on your path, limit the quotes
you must continue
live in here, not out of your head
live with us

this is your home!

crimson peaks

you are now in heat
fucking non-stop
sit down, be quiet
lafter, adventure
the game we play
we transcend all possibilities
abilities
transfer, take place, leave it

home "dash" home
just a house
fall asleep
dead tired
live motown
done it twice
without you

you are the best
love and lust, gather quickly
whatever you can

just find a way
just go that way

one bedroom, two rooms

tonight

I awoke

I saw you standing there
(with green eyes and long blond hair)

I saw you
I said to you
you didn't listen

then I fell back to sleep

my journal needs to emit energy
I got electrocuted at the party (no joke)
I felt the current
twitched on the ground
drooled out of my mouth

and I,
and I,
and I.

I survived

Gg ends the discussion on the final note of the seventh moon.

the seventh moon told me Mark Twain's going to visit soon.
who's that? true blue? fool you?  figure. 191-199

homework

listen soon.

opaque mirrored shoes

tender abilities of the underground
focus, but she was beautiful
she wanted to go abroad
I'll set the sail

she chose me instead
fate of time
hunt in error
continuous motion of those who art fixed

tiny Thompson
Kerouac
all names of the past
masons we read
I can't tell you since it is a modern secret

curse the heavens
feet on perpendicular motion
back to the same places
love me, hold me
heal me, feel me
I want you

find me
find yourself in your prime
throw that dime
reap love

I love you
now shoot me
three times
once for you
once for me
once for them

just gotta let it be

ring

ring intense speaks viciously
little bit of law dot com
whisper a unique sense of loneliness
keep the love
give them their pay
the one who play with lay
it's not Halloween, eh
but it's there
think of that as you close your eyes at night
it's there and you're here

think of that
what are we?
who we
speak thee
be where
shotgun failed the warden
devils knocking at my door
make sense

no then,
stop reading now

my sin albeit

Gg

eh play

when do we stop rolling?
today might be that day

eh. don't say eh.
find lay
make play
three play in the work

thrive
enjoi
obey
live indepth
cry in vain

isn't it all just the same?

be away
far away
show gay?
be gay?
okay?

(though I'm not gay)

Gg makes plays

about marijuana

The "Other" adapts to the Beings interface. We make a connection, whether it be through wireless (thought,  ESP, psychic) signals, through actual thought formation and gestures of the human anatomy.

The time taken to adapt to these connections would be a rather quick glance of emotional, or just a "feeling" or "sense" of the connection in place. The individual does not have to look in that direction but rather, "feel", the emotion of another being, whether human and/or transient.

The connection by the eyes through a soul full expression happens often and increases if one would take a toke of marijuana. Perhaps even with another substance known as hash. Together, these somewhat dangerous drugs has an effect on the total chemistry of the brain and its Dopamine re-uptake inhibitor.

After the initial intake, a feeling of euphoria increases and a feeling of peace parades the re-uptake inhibitor. The feeling sense of our body's senses. However, there are cases with extreme paranoia especially if the drug is abused for a longer period of time.

Surrounded by other users, the initial intake may seem friendly, but therefore, the paranoia involves a mimic to frustration and angst towards oneself that may or may not be adjusted to the situation. A chameleon of feeling especially in regards to the mental well-being of the individual.

It seems that if the user coughs while smoking the drug, the negative effects may occur more frequently whereas an individual may feel ill and "green" out and seek an enclosed confinement to adapt to the drug as a sense of ones ability to focus on the Beings own consciousness,  secluded from other users.

When one wishes to learn the effects of marijuana in a safe environment, yet mixed with alcoholic substance,  there are cases of disillusionment about one's personal self.

After two days, the cognitive aspect of use slowly simmers to calmness and feeling "normal" again but has a weaker idea of outlook, objectively, to the items (and their use) of beings in the vicinity of the user. The paranoia dimmers but there is a conclusion of separate ideals of obtrusiveness and harmful feelings (thoughts of hurting oneself) that take effect days later.

In this event, "potheads" seem to unite themselves with one another with a common goal. This goal, nonetheless, is to abuse the drug once again with no safety concerns. The precaution of extended use will create and distribute equal harm on the mental, psychical, physical or proper thought processes when communicating with others.

The mental aspect of constant use may involve, but not limited to, depression, paranoia, forgetfulness, delusions and/or psychotic thoughts.  Must talk with trained professional to stay clean and educated so dependency on the drug differs. Increase in cases involve bipolar disorder, even schizophrenia, if consistent upon using the drug with alcohol or other narcotics, chemicals found in energy drinks and other toxic consumption that can manipulate the psyche.

In this ideology, stay safe and remember, different strains of marijuana garter different effects on its user. Know what you are using. It's just commonsense.

magazine

I have a vision
for a magazine in Hamilton
fully armed to the teeth

with fashion
and art
and writing
and film
and advertising
and for the Toronto crowd that will be coming now and sooner than you think

did you know that, walking distance away from each other, there are

more than 25 fashion boutiques between James and Locke

I haven't even been to the fabric district yet.

art wise we have the AGH, open free on the first friday of the month
it's  beautiful
but no one ever writes ABOUT it, not the exhibit, but the actual AGH itself

how did it get there?
we need to be ready because T.O. will be here after the storm calms down

FRINGE
FACTORY
STUDIO

we are Hamilton

Now all I need is a name, which name is it?

There's three I like

Interpret
Become
Inspire

The list could go forever.

The Vision I have
-adaptability
-responsibility
-articulate
-insightful
and
-critical

I believe. For this is my Nietzsche.

A fashion full of arts

Hamilton Style with a Toronto Flair

get me into the hive
honey, for the Queen no longer reaps "off with his head"

Gg

tabula rasa

Maybe Tesla does the Astro
the way the mind works is mechanic
tell me another way and I will believe you
but I'm not that gullible
I lied
yes I am
tell me anything
and my mind will absorb it
like the clean slate I was born with
an open mind
a fresh start
laying in the dandelions
whispering to myself
should I shave or not?
this is what I think of
dancing with beauties
loving every minute
here's my card...
they won't call
no one ever does
and my mind just reads
and my brain says no
but i know of nothing else
so set me free
fore I will jump(sic)
is that free?

fall

the leaves fall to the ground
as I'm leaving the room
they fall so delicately
that's what I think
then she said it
for all you fans out there
she looked at me and said
let's do it
let's make one
I'm not ready
comb my hair
don't shave
I want one
but how long will it take
a fortune
a penny
a minute
try five
this all balances out
well, it does in my mind
make the book
the savant is here
drink all your coffee
turn it into beer
she whispers one more time
as I ride down memory lane
let's make one she says
lets make one
one question I ask
are we in yet?
next May

the genius II

the genius woke up on the floor
it was his office
with some chairs and a phonograph
listening to Dylan, tearing a way out of the player
full blast, loud, space consuming
he could feel the vibrations
trembling on the floor
he sat up and thought about his plans for the day
he woke up, which was lucky because
because
he drank half a bottle of peppermint schnapps
he smelt funny
no shower in a couple days
he was conserving smoke and soap
that was what he thought he was doing
then he sneezed
and it went into the air
and annie bay smelt it
she looked at him
and smiled
smells like chicken
the genius cooked chicken
oh annie bay, he thought
he was henry
where he laughed at those days
this makes sense in the genius way

instinctively five years

I never been to Heaven'
but I heard stories about it
it changes its form every 5 years supposedly
year one was orgasms
lots and lots of orgasms
vicariously between work and play
those were the days
then there was year two
it was food
food was needed
every stop you made involved food
greasy types
easy to consume
and cheap
oh so goddamn cheap
year three was beer
well, for me it was whiskey
they got the Buddha belly
and i just threw up in the sink
must have extinguished my vocal cords
year four was dancing
i love to dance
and i think i can
i did it in front of the mirror once
it shattered
bad luck billy, must be
year five is this day
art and business
creation
producing
no more cheap shots at my work
it will live on
just like the baby boy I see coming out of her
i just got to find her
she can't smoke, or drink too much
no caffeine for nine months
I'm naming him something
something
something
my baby named something

the genius I

the genius walks through Felkers Falls
he finds a wooden rail guiding him and finds a few branches covering an opening
what's this? he thinks, as he follows the hidden pathway
it leads right to the mounding cliff of a waterfall
where the water flows
he looks at it beautifully and stares deeply into the current
it drives him to the edge, where he stands holding a branch of a tree
amazing, he thinks and then wonders what would happen if he jumped
he thinks more of the  former, the amazingness rather than the latter
I shall bring my friends here, he says out loud to no one
to the birds in the bushes and the foxes in the meadow
they hear him but there isn't anyone else for miles
he climbs back up the path over the wooden rail and back on the path
the path turns from dirt to asphalt and he sees an Olympic sized swimming pool
everything with a slide and diving board, gated away from other's who gaze
he wish he had a dog and as he thinks this a woman walks passed him with a retriever
nice dog, he says to the woman and she smiles at him with a full set of white teeth
he wonders if his teeth are white, but he knows, since he brushes everyday
the path ends and he wonders where he is
it looks familiar but night has fallen and his eyes are no good without seeing glasses
he feels around with his hands and finds grass, soil, dirt
he's so tired because he hasn't slept at all in the last 3 days, constantly reading and trying to write his memoirs
no memoirs yet, just circulation and an ISBN number
he coddles the ground and his eyes close, the air is fresh and he breathes clean
the genius wishes for a beer or two
to break the sorrow and he lifts himself back up off the ground into the darkness
then he sees light and it's a dive bar
he giggles as he swings through the revolving door
one beer please, he asked and the waitress asks what kind and he just says one beer please
not much of a drinker the waitress asks him
nope, just one beer please
maybe i can join you, she asks
the genius thinks and says, only if you have one beer
and she sits with him looking into his eyes without beer
the genius scans the beer
looks good she says
and he takes a big gulp, a gulp that consumed the entire beer
where you going after this she asks
home to read, you he replies
well, i'm writing a book she says
and the genius rubs his ears
what's it about he asks
a man and a beer she replies
and the genius falls asleep

read

how many books have you read in your lifetime?
do you ever think about it?
what makes reading so special, huh?
with netflix and teevee
and jumping up and down with the kids
is there time to read?
the news on your phone
what happens when the battery dies?
then what?
where is your library?
where is mine?

i'm lost in it
emerged
and understandably stable
drink the tea and coffee
the white wine of love
sherries and vodka
rye and coke
cuba libre

ain't that something
it is to me
so when you look on your timeline
always leave a note
that you read
something
anything
because of

Gg

man monkey boy

I'm cooking breakfast

I'm making eggs

Madonna knows now

she wants to play

the book appears

in my hairy palms

Cerebellum

takes the fall

the seasons change girl

my mind is swept

whether I'm primate

looking for his bat

so we're swinging

from tree-to-tree

a man monkey boy

that's pretty much me

Man-monkey boy

whatcha doing over there?

Man-monkey boy

wanna have a beer?

No chorus here

escape in the trees

take some money

turn it into green

there was a darkness

quite there, despair

put on your shoes

you a monkey man-monkey

man monkey boy

in the store

man-monkey boy

get off the floor

he plays the cello

he plays the drums

a firm swinging life

could use a wife

no more boy

only monkey now

don't forget

play indepth

so big words come

selling to fleas

set up a camp

in the tall playboy trees

monkey beats on his chest

like all other boys at rest

in a cage below

you're down on all fours

man monkey

hide and seek

man monkey

hear the baby weep

your back is hairy

your spine is curved

make a mating call, baby

do not disturb

pick all these ants

off of the ones in front

scratch your head

lay in the bed

man monkey

ain't no sorrow

make money

lend out to borrow

licking the wounds

and there's many of them

you lick your wrists

your blood to give

man monkey

get on your feet

man-monkey

don't take defeat

man monkey man

making babies

man-monkey-man

this songs complete

fallacy

I found myself a letter
i opened it up and it wasn't addressed to me
it was addressed to who i was
the man i thought i was but i'm not anymore
no more liquor or wine or fun
work non-stop
it's a beautiful day
i'm not going anywhere
the attachment seeks security
while the matrix means the motion
comprehend zeffer songs of love
curl up in a ball
lead those who fall
wonder why they came at all
Dionysus started the mall
Socrates agreed in dull
no fall
just dull
the Pharaoh wishes up Judas
cry me a river
and I am
a man that can cry
thus no longer a robot
but a man that can feel
thus no longer her toy
kitty litter and some tuna
that's all i really need
believe me at once
or forget this forgotten fallacy

soar

can you catch dreams?
can you make them real?
make believe into an artifact
desire into lust
lust into production
production
then manufacturing
then distribution
then royalties
is that your dream?
it works on the level of everything
where you're at on the pyramid
pavlov and jung
chili
if he could do it by hand
hell,
i could do it by feet
so monday morning
you're going to wake up
and call
call everyone
and their sister
and you tell them your dream
and thus,
your dream is caught
caught into reality
and soaring with the dragons be you

buckle

there are spoken words to be untrue
tied together with a seemingly end of vapour
glowing in the hearts of many
the one truth lives in the heavens
 
a hedonistic place to hide from the gallows
drink wine and whiskey and lemonade splendor
our mates figure the sources needed
so find rum and drink it and hell get merry
 
unforgotten lullabies by a mothers breast
clench hold tightly then let go of the rest
a satans task a liberal fear
drowns many in sorrow away from whats near.
 
you thought I ended there for just a second
but I laugh and glee and your marks are for linger
bottle of swash and a buckle or two
press down on your knees and frequently tie your shoe.
 
lets trail on to on and then again once more
the vitamins and minerals of a salty squall
feed first, run last and comprehend no weakness
jibber da gib and sound check the alarm
 
fingers bleeding, another way to cum.
 
end of poem one, speak fast, don't forget it
ears bleached, eyes waxed and the hoax of some plenty
grin teeth, grind nails chew and then follow
pits of ancient gargoyles, let them fall in slumber
one more slumber
one more slumber
slumber once more. 
 
and drift to the backslide of a verminous calling
cry laugh joy now speak forever in hollow
quit class, speak joy and laugh in entire
for the challenges anew may outlast those 
of those
of those
 
she answers the phone with lies and corruption
and giggles and laughs when she presses the dial
in her mind she vomits but her voice rings true
playing the game, an utter, quite fool.
 
unbuckle and hurry up before the carriage leads the gathering
swing fast and duck deep, deep into cerebellum
arkhym asylum is the toe in the nail of the grass
voices withdrawn and a few seem unstaggered
and another line, for those who are draggards.

numerology

I got 13 girls

one's not enough
two's makes a couple
three takes all my money
four loves the family
five i just don't know
six has fire in her teeth
seven my lucky draw
eight in the bathroom
nine please save me
ten you're perfect in every way
11 an angel from heaven
twelve is half my day
and
thirteen
lucky thirteen
you make the pain go away

steel

Hey mister tambourine man

today is soft with writing and coffee
i haven't even finished my first cup and here we are
learning Morse code and bad Spanish
the days were good
telepathically able

i feel healthy and strong
resilient
well rested
sleeping on the floor

dedication takes practice
practice is winning
winning is wine on the patio
i'll take a scotch though

martini maybe
three olives
just how i like it

sustain and suggest
goddamn I need a girlfriend
if there are any single ladies reading
McDonalds cafe, for the win
i'm kidding
we'll go to Tim's lol

jump around
laugh about
sing alot
play in love

just sitting in my basement
drinking coffee
reading news
staring at Socrates

I have a feeling it's going to be a good day

thanksgiving

did you know caribou are the world's biggest animal?

it's a fact

and that chimpanzees are humans within?

it's a fact

the walrus goes goo goo ga joob?

it's a fact

and that lions have lots of hair?

it's a fact.

however,

after the fact
it's all bullshit
millions and millions of tons of bullshit

we know these because in school they told us this
they told us lies
because the ones who win the war are the ones who write history

we don't know the truth but we examine it
something that gives us hope
but it's just what the textbook spews
and it changes every 5 minutes
on the hour

it's sad really
cause we are forced to believe
cram it in our minds
focus in the forefront
mind boggling at the rear


just  don't give up hope
let it go
we know nothing
let's just respect that
and
thank each other

Happy turkey day

Gg

not for the weak stomach

i just shit my pants
just now
and not those shits that kind of logs in there and stenches slowly
i'm talking about a splatter shit
all over my underwear
my jockey boxers fully of shit
fuck, these cost $40
and nothing gets chocolate out

then i woke up

i bit my fingernail til it bled
then i touch said shit
and it transferred into particles
into my soul
so now i had to wash my hands
there is still shit in my pants

then i woke up

I've got a clean finger nail
bandaged
but my undies are still full of shit
it doesn't smell too bad yet
and i'm on the bus
this fucking bus is full of people
shit, this bus is going to school
they don't have toilets in the school

then i wake up

i get to school and run to the washroom
it's locked
the shit is dripping down my thigh
onto my calf and into
my ankle socks
and converse hi tops
the only shit i smell is the shit on my fingernail
but i have to keep smelling it
just to know it's actually my shit

reality

i have to give a lecture in 10 mins
i can't concentrate with all this shit in my pants
i can cancel, but i will fail the students
plus i'm not on tenure yet
so i stand up there
with spray shit leaking out my lower body
the students can't smell it
and i can't either
except when i smell my fingers

i shouldn't have eaten than sub that i found stuck in the radiator of my condo

as a writer writes pt.1

As a writer writes, I scorn my pen and inkwell. But hello, I am here with you, right now, for the next  moments of your life. I have decided to write this introduction at the end of the story rather than it's beginning. It’s not really a story, just thoughts of people and lives and danger and chipmunks and more. Can you handle it? I hope so. Please call me after you read this and tell me what you thought. I’ll set my telephone to stun or silent or super loud; depends on the time of day you call me at. I hope you like the following, wait, let me reword that, I don’t care if you like the following for you are now stuck to read it, or use it as a white wine coaster on the eve of Thanksgiving if you believe in that anyways. Tea time is anytime and as I write I am drinking Ooolong tea, 79 cents for 25 bags. I’m learning about the healing qualities of tea through experience but I am still a novice. What a beautiful day to be alive. The crisp snow on the ground. The wind blowing every which way. Smiles on the children’s faces getting on the blue bus going to class and singing lullabies and prolific chants of Zeus or Hades or Rebecca, the girl in my grade 10 history class which I had a huge crush on. She knew because her locker was beside mine and I always had something to say to her. She’s probably married by now, with 4 or 5 kids running around the house and backyard and cul de sac and starting to experience joy and emotion and their blessed Bodhisattva senses. What a word. I look in the mirror to see if I still exist, and I am there, looking back at myself, beard growing, hair messy, teeth chattering. I smell like lemongrass. I have to be in touch with my feminine side to get anywhere in this life. Je suis done with the drinking and smoking and pot and curls and coffee. I am one with my Being and I meditate when I can. Tea works though. Ooolong. I’m a long ways from home and keep travelling so I can never stop the restlessness in my legs and joints and aura and body. I read, wisdom, I have some I hope. And that’s all what we can do in this life is to hope. Where there is life, there is hope. And I fell down some stairs .  So, why judge. If it is rational and you can think it, you can definitely do it. I can type and so can you? Criticize or parade. Or love and hate, I will still type. I’ve never made creamed coconut before but my friend mentioned all I need is water and a whisker and I can create some sort of beverage I assume. But all I really like doing is looking at the package, it’s neat.  Tidy and intense. Let me describe it to you. It’s about the size of a pack of Pall Mall king size large with two coconuts, one cut in half to insist the whiteness of the flesh. A big green vegetarian check mark and a label that says one hundred percent pure. 150g. And it’s from Sri Lanka on the side imported from a tiny little city named Concord Ontario. There you go. I look at it as you read and it is definitely going to be made tonight before rest and relaxation. R and R. This is all foreshadowing if you haven’t guessed that already. I’m excited for you to read this yet I hate every word on the page. I’m just repeating myself now so please do not take me or you seriously. And we have almost hit a page, so I will let you enjoy for yourself. And if you don’t like, I’d say good day, but I am apathetic and don’t really care at this point. So… Enjoi.

vomit nose ring

baby are you reading?
my words don't make too sense
it's okay shit i drank so much
i'm puking in the toilet
if that's enough
to win your love

the vomit oozes out of my mouth
out my nose
all i can smell is chunks of vomit
i breath in and out and more vomit chunks
i create a loogie, hock it on the seat of the chair
shit, i hit someone mid-air

fuck, i know i promised to stay clean
but that was hocus pocus mcdonalds fiend
i spin around the clock
my head hurts now
can you see me now?
for what i'm worth
a loogie in the toilet
drunk like dirt

this is my cell phone to you babe
no eminem shit. i feel you near
contend, pretend, title shots now
we take two from the bar
it isn't you, you know i ain't lying
she found me in the gutter
a place when i once was discovered

don't mess with my head
just send me a text
shit, my phones not working
gimme a call ringading
i'll be a love for you
if you can help me not stray
the one time we were at the bay

you said you never leave me
then you left
my knees to the ground
praying like mos def
but it's over now
you thumbed me back
you said it was alright
everything a-okay
you got a new job now
i'm proud for you babe

but what i am you don't want
i love you too much
in the dawn when i'm still awake
to the sun shining bright
i'll be your number babe

if i have a contender's chance to be someone in love.
then i won't be a bum
was it me? was it you?
it was you and me
better pull up a seat

freebee

treatment
me
follow
thee
keep it real
gee
guess whose mean
not me
nor you
next me
be me
le be
understand thee
hold tight free
jumping jacks
me
free bee
jousting thee
live free
throw the bee
catch for free
little eye
cut
open trailer
be thee
free thee
help thee
be me
ain't this glee

backhand jelly pie

well the air is frosty where i go
gentle frost turns into snow
leave it at the border son
fly away to the Americas

Treat yourself with ambition
a place to think and ride
figure out the meaning
the backhand jelly pie

can you play me guitar rules
tender game of fellow blues
enrich the soul with paperback
be the one of a kind

the three above us
makes me wonder
how you must feel
the day we plundered

accept the reasoning for the love
that only she could give you
winter made of salt
tuesday came at fault

ages of cast iron gold
speaking of a mighty bold
enemies around your plank
chicken down the blank

find out if she's taught
injest the serpents venom caught
jupiter is lonely
but god, just like me

this ain't for free
this love can be
old man looks at me
i wonder what he sees

lord, let me be
one a church bell ring
no self esteem
grab hold of the saddle

let's get married
you and me
let it be
lord let it be

ciaoder

I was walking
downtown
feelin dandy
then i fell

down goes the man
fallen upon his feet
hear him stumble
can't get no relief

the ciaoder is a stew
the ciaoder is so good
the ciaoder makes me blush
clam ciaoder, what a rush

sitting in a fancy restaurant
drink Pabst blue ribbon
smoking sky walker
i see the pieces to the puzzle

back in gravity
micro organisms below my feet
twirl in the circle
twirl without compete

bob dylan heeds the cords
while my man Kerouac stumbles around
two dollars for Bukowski
25 cents for Archie, number 1

there's Keaton and Chaplin
Leadbelly too
nickles for a son
beatty misses his cue

oh the ciaoder is a stew
the ciaoder so good
the ciaoder makes me blush
clam ciaoder, what a rush

well, good night for now
darling on the train
i guess i'll never see you again
hell, what's to be with anyhow

whisper to ghosts

cattle driven horse flew
draft on the beaches
more on the noose
saddle up and take your ride

continental words of shame
come home to pain
no game here left to say
only left-right on a horses' mane

whisper to ghosts
whisper to ghosts
whisper to ghosts
oh lord

induct yourself in an area
let it fly, let it fly
spontaneous conduction
in my mind

hold tight on a leash
keep your hand on
oh lord, oh lord
keep your hand on, oh lord

whisper to ghosts
whisper to ghosts
whisper to ghosts
oh lord

one blind man say okay
two blind man say they play
three blind man ain't so blind
shake a hand, happy dismay

can you find yourself
in the way
on the way
just sit and play

whisper to ghosts
whisper to ghosts
whisper to ghosts

oh lord
please let us play

incognito

i wear my clothes
i wear them
they are close to my body
they are mine

how can i defend them
every thread in it's place
figure out the meaning
of denim media space

they try to figure out the social plan
wondering ever if this boy is down
lisp
just lisp the words out

a nightmare
of freedom
continues to play
joy in figure

a tear in your space
can you close it up now
judge those who shall be judged
is this meant to be free

count the words
the time
the space
the universe

ready when i get there
prepare
make stare
be there

be square
be hip
understand the whip
miracle
miracle whip

end transmission now.

priori

you awake from your shelter
follow the glow
put your make up on honey
this is one hell of a show

business or art
can i do both
he asked
i wrote a book once

long time ago
show me the decade
i'll let you know
no beats for me

only cornbread and nutella
product placement
at it's finest
make it subliminal why dontcha

we cater to the greats
a job well done
get those senators fat and succulent
waiting for their court case to come up

time flies by
when you dining on the taxes
zip up that fly
that hooker was not included

but no worries
there's bail
at the edge of our seat
let's hear more gossip

as you suck from the teat
what time is it sir
you don't have a watch?
the bell tolls

then it's time to go home.

cogito

weave a bow
cook a meal
market the territory
fear what you fear

drink champagne
smoke a cigar
the coffee here is good
even though this is a bar

no money for drinks
i'm pouring anyways
she stopped talking
that's when i listen

comb your hair
tuck your shirt in
hike a trail
glass menagerie

under the thumb
below the belt
green goes min
blue for the win

just a guess i wonder
free this and that
freedom too liberal
take a turn

pick your card
hand out cards
look into her eyes
love her

choose what you will
for choice is yours
i decline your options
until i cry

you know what it is
act fast and succumb
this turtle waits so patiently
a street bum

lets play a game; across

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

the first method man: is the clue

good luck
and
keep counting your cards

illuminatio

stationed in the citadel
there wanders a young man above boards
wandering through the gala alone
he figures out the wanted fresh
loneliness plagues him
step back to the glass
smile with a picture
envelope
at last

we live on this Earth
for our moments to listen
figure out the word
speak freely and listen
listen to listen
while you speak
the mind is an ocean
it's not too deep

enlightenment to some
such a mere game to most
player one has been settled
in 5 different points of view
33
is where i am
come and visit some time
when i'm wondering what next
give me a job
then fire me
then i'll start my own better business
then you can rehire me again
then i'll fire myself
and write til my left eye goes blind

and by blind I mean RA
and by RA you know what I mean
i'm learning such sorcery
to battle the slings and arrows
for you
this city
this town
this continent
find your way
i'll defend
just show me the way
i'll meet you, okay.

Gg

the Devil walks at Midnight

Walking with the devil
ain't something at night
feel the glow of his power
a tender taste of his might

he'll spit without warning
in the pale moonlight
he'll kiss you in the morning
be ashamed of his fright

The Devil walks at midnight
The Devil is free
The Devil, oh Lordy
The Devil in me

come daytime, he is hidden
in the loins of your wife
she lets him indoors,
to spread her light

he whispers in her ear
a dirty, traveling song
my baby he has taken too
he lit the coal on her bong

The Devil walks at midnight
The Devil is free
The Devil, oh Lordy
The Devil in me

get rid of this heathen
to cleanse your soul for good
you gotta shoot him point blank
while he's spilling all that crude

with a cock of the arrow
a clumsy piece of wood
you shot him, oh Lordy
down like a goddamn fool

The Devil walks at midnight
The Devil is free
The Devil, oh Lordy
The Devil in me

now you may think he's gone for good
taking shelter in the moon
but he sits on your doorstep baby
he sits so calm and cool

last train to Moncton
i'll be right behind you, son
wave to your brother
but he just ain't there, he's gone

(x2)
The Devil walks at midnight
The Devil is free
The Devil, oh Lordy
The Devil in me

Pray to Him, he'll get you there.

assimilating

kickin raps like a million

sorry for assimilating

bounce with the truck

jump up like what the fuck

oh wait there, 

mommy don't care

she been hittin the benzos

since the fourth of july

now a hustlers job is never done

i flew to Nice, bust a herb

lay down in the cockpit 

wondering if this is really Earth

the space time continuum 

has broken into thirds

the only number I see 

motherfuckin III III

i splatter the spit

she cries just a bit

now rhyme past the door

looking down at the flo'

you think he's heavy

got a ways to go

break on the door levy

sincerity's gone broke

wasteful time in argument

spy on your neighbour's lawn

i see a sign

break it down, for a dime

now I been growing up 

like NES

then I cried a bit

out came SNES

numbers, matter, subjective behaviour

objects in a mirror

hoping dread won't fear

these objects in a mirror

you see your body

your mind's still there

have a little bit of a party

let them hear

my gums bleed on the carpet

i'm spitting up blood

no time to rap

guerrillas in a trap

your baby she snorts

all that wasteful youth

you find a toilet

puke it out too

you're friends hand you medicine

a gentle pill, better than liquor and wine

cash for dine

make money mine

you're in school now

open your senses

i'm outta here

see you next year

just kiddin', i'll be here

happy birthday

magnet

Now I know it isn't much

but I wish your enjoyment

when you read the second time

could you answer me a question

how did I meet you

all the planets were aligned in orbit

maybe a satellite

or karma and good faith

you make me feel good

about being my self

I believe great things

if you can handle me, no doubt

i'll kiss your lips

play at the brain

touch you everywhere

that needs to be touched

I could scream on a mountain top

yell out all my good fortune

to those who don't get it

and to those who eventually will

I've helped myself for too long now

i'm ready as i'll ever be

can you coddle me on the pillow

tell me everything's alright

as i weep in the pillow

tears of joy and plain madness

you weep with me too

our love is our magnet

lather pitch

A new invention, Artificially Intelligent soap, that scrapes off more than it lathers. An evil empire hoping to market the one thing that we take for granted, cleanliness.

A writer and his family settle down in a tiny town in the outskirts of New York City. After having difficulties writing, his wife suggests that he get a job, something consistent and more finance driven. After a slew of interviews, he finds a job that suits him, a writing position from a laboratory located in New York. Pretty much accepting the job right away, and without much information, he is driven to home and to work everyday. Until he's seen too much. enough to send major players of the lab, the shareholders in denial. The product, soap. Artificially Intelligent soap that guides itself over the consumer’s body and rinses them clean. The test trials seem well, until a young boy is reduced into smoldering flesh in front of a room of lab technicians and investors. However, the company decides to sell the soap and hide the deadly effects from the public until its shareholders are satisfied, since the lab's previous owners suffered brutal losses in the markets. The only witness bold enough to make a difference is our writer. He's seen the truth and a jury tries to stop his will to provide reality to the consumers before it's too late. Once the product has been marketed, everything seems fine until people, and their skin cells, begin to turn to gelatin as if they were living, breathing, skinned consumers. How far will the company go to pay off its mistakes? Is money more important than life? The writer is determined to save his family and help those in need. But, it may already be too late.

you are more

I find this impossible

follow your way and lead a better life

take the shortcut and speak more of it

the last days are there when they wander

and all i can do is lock the door

memory, immediately memorize

the news the book the page

the man who made the news

have you spoken of him?

lets walk back to the center now

the joyless moments of melancholy

you can't sleep well

you're tired

run back home and reproach forgiveness

waiting for those moments when peaches mean love

raw, medium, all at work

figure it out

just play around

learn and study

think more, believe more

find more

live more

be more

hyperdrive

The term of endearment comes natural to some

the terms of love

the terms of wanting

the love, the want, the thought

they think and we drive

wonder what they think about the entirety of eternity

Agast! you wonder what we think

we can wonder together

looking at the stars

together

i love it and i love you

it's just how i say it

i can't show it much. 

but i'll be there.

it always means more when someone is there

live a life of fantasy

of love and denial

now you must bear a child!?

coils

Coils
Tesla coils
running the way they should
wondering at night how your teenagers are
its past midnight and they run muck in the street

past midnight
hyphening gas out of the machine
they breath it in
what can you do next?
let it be and wonder why it is
wondering
aching
you just have to know.

you wonder why the momentum is growing
build it up
break it down
built it up again
continue in ways you cannot imagine
speak the truth
wonder why?
live at last
frown upon and speak wonders no matter what
the church is glowing
he picks his nose
it glows

find yourself in an alley way
somewhere, drunk and able
can you wait til dawn
wonder why
i
know
what is your goal
huh?

blood

snort your own blood
it'll take you higher than you ever imagined
it would stick to your nostril hairs
and clog up the arteries up there
your nose would be frozen
you'd try to sneeze but it's still blood
you try a bandaid
that doesn't work
a que-tip
nothing
so you snort more blood
and your mother tells you to stop with a knife in her hand

but you just can't
the blood fills you up and you need it

your nose falls out, mummy was right

she got some glue and tried to glue it back to your face
its horse foot glue
and you sniff that too
now all you can breath is blood and glue

disgusting
and you shit your pants
and fall asleep

every word

this matters.
it does because i'm telling you this
you don't have to believe me
hell, I rather if you didn't
but it's all true
every word.
i promise.

i walked down the avenue today
and saw a man with some bread feeding a pigeon
the pigeon kept eating and the man had infinite bread
and the bird got bigger and bigger and stuffed
then when the bird could not walk any longer
the man picked him up and brought him home
"dinner for weeks," he yelled at his wife.
she looked at that bird and asked,
"did you feed it the same thing you fed me?"

in the coffeeshop somewhere
a man talks about his father
but he calls the man "fratello"
this angers the father and his eyes wander
a gaze on a young girl near the fence
the father looks at the man,  his son, and asks "what is she?"
the son looks in his father's eyes
then looks at the bulge under her belt
the son shrugs and says "grande fratello"

in a back alley a hooker is giving a blowjob
to a man dressed in an Armani suit
the capital A
he's about to lighten his load
when he tells the hooker, "i don't have cash"
she spits in his face and pushes him to the ground
her heel in his testicles
she stomps them and leaves
the man raises his head and asks,
"hey can you do that again, please?"


stories distinctly Gg

amount

The limited amount of time in a Starbucks somewhere

shitting my pants and drinking dark coffee

i don't know what to believe in anymore

eyes open, pants down, overnight

bring the panic attacks

i don't have any, can't believe it either

this poem is over

but it's only just begun.

imagination

the lather on the motion of the lie
the lie is in the matter of the eye
the laugh around the moment's touch
makes me grasp at a motion crutch

aspects of the wondereye
speaks wisdom in the wonder blind
live moments of a fervor
wondering it no matter what

intro to the only kind
you want to have her in your mind
lips squeeze a lonely heart
the makeup leaves a humble mark

light and day open the truck
laying on a soldier bright
leading ways to make a star
keep on what we know is ours

up and down and sideways til one
whisper moments down the barrel of a gun
think fast, appear, polytechnics for the year
school of motion, school so fast

open up the river flash
lint and dew and fevers
imagine in moment
what imagination can do

cheese

did you read the newspaper today you fiend
i bet you didn't hahahaha
steady yet proud
at last in the moment
speak with pleasure
dine in disgust
wonder what happened to things to believe in
ring a ding ding
you caught the mouse
in his trap
enter reality
the mouse is you
you talk to yourself in your sleep
you sneeze cheddar and you wonder what next
feel it
be it
for now, you are
one of us
the mousepack
the troupedors
the wanderers
speak into sections of your mind
laugh about it
make yourself find a reality
throw it away you make shift man
decide
or
forever hold your peace.

romance

what's romance nowadays?

going to the bar and drinking with your wife

it gets old

you're getting fat

and bald

and your throat hurts from cigarettes

it doesn't really matter though

there's only two ways we can go

up and down

below and above

neutral maybe

i only wake up in the morning

15 coffees later

I need  a drink

just one

loosen me up

then two

makes you smile

then three

there isn't a third because I left the bar

by myself

come talk to me

give me your number without speaking

i'll light the candles

bring you some wine

we can cuddle or go out

i know this really nice restaurant

whether it is Indian, Asian Fusion, German or Dutch

we'll have enough fun

I'll dress up

slick my hair

forget about our worries 

it's like looking in the mirror

i'm awake for that, how we play

decisions decisions on a Friday night

don't be afraid to speak

the code is "jumping jacks"

i'll know all about it

i'll show you a good time

not like that

but like that

something like that

let's be friends.

or something more

i'll even open the door

i love a warm floor

knock knock at the door

your floor

the door

floor door

i'll leave you wanting more