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