The Fall

Desire

I chased an airplane
across a great river

I never found her
she was covered in mud

the story she told
I lost in the sun

when I woke up
I was surrounded by smoke

she walked out of a cloud
and sat on rock

I said
you've been gone

are you going to stay

she said
that's only natural
if you want me to yes

Has Anyone Ever Told You

art
for lunch
whiskey
soaked napkin
acid
dreams
way
back
when
computers
were machines
profound
insignificance
almost
empty
dive
under
ground
music
floating
juke
box
what is
is not
sometimes
a girl
says
you look familiar
asks
do I know you
generic
face
stone
man
I say
I'm not sure
has anyone ever told you you look like Neil Young

Punk Blues

I never had a voice to lose so I still sing my songs every afternoon before I go to work
the concrete wall's a good listener sometimes I think I'm Bob Dylan
the concrete wall never asks me for my autograph
so sometimes I just sit and stare and end up smoking rope
I get to thinking what's life worth living for
then I turn on the TV and see something cool
it might be a long touchdown pass it might be an old Al Pacino movie
it really isn't all that bad if you don't expect too much
if you expect too much you're just a greedy bastard

Jeff Tweedy

ran into a guy in high school
that could play and sing and write
like he was fifty years older than he was
annoyed him for years
until the guy couldn't work with him anymore
(drinking too much
not drinking enough
being himself
gaining confidence)
took the rest of the band and hired a musician
that could turn his little songs
and Woody Guthrie's (the best words he ever wrote)
into more than they were or could have been
got pissed off at him
fired him
hired someone else in the same vein
and became a geniuses

Jack Kerouac

I was just passing through and stopped in a graveyard to smoke a joint stretch my legs look around and take a piss
the night before I was lost on the South Dakota border and ended up in a bar in Iowa being ignored by pretty women
my grandmother was dying the whole family was on their way to a town outside Madison I hate to fly so I was driving
the backroads 'cause you can't see anything on the highway
the day before I stood on a hill overlooking the Missouri river and watched an old man fly fish for about fifteen minutes he didn't catch anything and I was looking for something that's hard to define
it might have been the half-finished statue of Crazy Horse in the Black Hills that I didn't have time to check out
if I ever get back that way it might be finished but it won't be the same
I'm not looking much anymore I guess I found it and lost some stuff too along the way
but way back then while I switched from the joint to a cigarette
I looked at a headstone that read
Amy York April 9 1877 November 23 1899 a devoted wife and mother
I thought about her kids and those long winters that never end up here
I bet they were looking a long time for something that was hard to define if they ever did

The Little Woody

I was running out of magic
outside a wanna-be dive bar
listening to semi-bad folk rock
through the open door
I wondered why people love
bad music so much

in a sense
I guess
it makes sense

and why do the musicians
take themselves so seriously

do they know something I don't

and why is some asshole
fucking up a blues' standard
in the parking lot

how did it sound
he asks a girl
good she says

a dude in a black cowboy hat
talking to a middle-aged artist
about gigs and smoking a cigarette
is particularly annoying

the magic is long gone
I would go home if I could
but I can't

so I crank up Prince
shut my eyes
and try to let it wash over me

and it almost works

The Sky Might Fall

the sky might fall
while the trees cry
I call your name
standing in the snow
like an idiot
the river might roll backwards
while the birds fly home
I call your name
and walk north
into a wicked wind
the sun might never rise again
while the rain melts the snow
I call your name
steal a horse
cross the border
and ride into who knows
what
the fuck
is going to happen
I still call your name
knowing full well
you and I
will never
cross paths again
and I will keep calling
until I forget
and that will take
thousands of years
at least

A Long Way Doesn't Have To Be That Far

drunk
on a bright moon
that illuminates
all sorts of shit
I am trying not to see
and maybe a little too much whiskey
and a few beers I shouldn't have added to the mix
I smoke a roach
to calm me down
it makes me have to puke
which I do
in a ditch
a car pulls up
a girl rolls down a window and says I haven't seen you in years
she has red hair and a pretty nice ass
and we said things a long time ago
that didn't sit well
if I remember correctly
I don't feel so hot I say
hop in I'll give you a ride she says
and that seems like a pretty good deal
how you been I ask as I get in the car
very well she says how are you
I was doing pretty good until about five minutes ago I say I think the moon is too bright and that makes everything too clear and fuzzy at the same time if that makes any sense I add and take a deep breath you remember where I live I ask
yes I do she says
in less then a minute 
remarkably
we arrive at my door
it would have taken me forever to get here I say
I saved you five minutes she says
and maybe my life I say
feel better she says
you aren't coming in I ask
she laughs maybe some other time she says and drives away
I hope so I think while I look for my keys
they are harder to find then they should be
I'd been holding them in my right hand since I lit the roach
and that further confuses me
she has a nice smile I think and wonder if I have to go to work in the morning
I think
I do
I think

James Gang

Here's a little something I wrote in my living room and finished in the cab
while I read about a singer named Keven Kinny on the internet
and started a book about the album Grace by Jeff Buckley
and listened to the CD Electroretard by the Melvins for six hours

I threw my money in the river cause it wasn't enough
I chased her down a dirt road and then I got lost
a cop said boy you're in over your head
I said no shit could you give me a lift
he gracelessly did to the jail on third street

but if you're going to pass judgment
you should know some of the whole story

the moon turned purple when the sun went down
I called her name she was nowhere to be found
so I stole her car
hit the bar running
a girl walked up to me and asked for a hundred dollar bill
I gave her a ten
she smiled at me
a couple hours later we were dancing to Hank Williams
Your Cheating Heart
Patsy Cline sealed the deal

the moral of this story is it wasn't my fault

and you can lock me in your jail
and throw away the key
I can sit here for years
wait and see

I threw my money in the river cause it wasn't enough
I threw my money in the river cause it wasn't enough
I threw my money in the river cause it wasn't enough

Johnny Guitar Watson and Leonard Cohen and the Drive By Truckers and the Golden Palominos deserve some of the blame
and of course Bob Dylan
and truth be told the Melvins CD was Houdini and I listened to it for four hours
and I shouldn't blame anyone but myself
and the James Gang have little or nothing to do with this tome
but they are one of the hundred best rock and roll bands of all time
thank you for your's

Time And Petty Cash

if I could stop
wasting time and petty cash
I might pay back
half
of what I owe
for a lifetime of
wasting time and petty cash

so many games to watch and play
good and bad books to read
dope
good and bad songs to listen to and play on my guitar
long nights talking to barflies
in dives
too much sleep
bad sleep
make-up sleep
'cause I was out
wasting time and petty cash
'till dawn
with nothing to show for it

maybe a full ashtray an empty bag a head sore bad knees

you don't get dividends for
wasting time and petty cash
and if we did
I could buy a small country
or at least a fine boat

if I got credit for
wasting time and petty cash
things would be different
I guess
you can bet your ass
when I'm long gone my only regret will be there wasn't enough time and petty cash to waste

A Very Short Story A Pretty Long Poem A One Act Play About Teri: The Golden Palominos

I heard her before I saw her
at a party
across the room
talking to Rick
when Rick got up
I managed to cross the room
and sit down next to her
who are you I asked
Teri she said
what are you doing here
I live here
no shit
no shit
how do you know these assholes I asked and pointed in a a circle
I'm Mike's wife you're Clayton right
yeah who's Mike
he works with you I think
no shit
I think
so you are stuck with us how do you know my name
she laughed I asked Rick
do you have any dope
nope she said and laughed
I smiled I do I said
she pointed at a guy talking to Kevin that's Mike she said
I don't know him I said you have a nice smile I added
she laughed again
should we go somewhere and do a line and smoke a joint
why not
we went into the bathroom and did a line and outside and smoked under a spooky tree
is this your house I asked
we're renting it
I live in the barracks
how's that
it sucks
I bet
how long have you been married
seven years
that's a long time
it sure is
I've never been with a girl for more than a couple months
why's that
I shrugged not sure I said I guess I always want the ones I can't have
that will get you nowhere
it has
there's plenty to go around
that's one way of looking at it
you don't think so
not when you break it down
how so
good looking unmarried without a boyfriend and likes me it narrows it down to say the least
I see
do you want to go for a drive
sure
do you have a car
she laughed
it will be fun
I'll get my keys
I'll wait here under this wicked tree
the tree is the best part of the house she said and walked away
I waited five minutes
I thought she wasn't coming
and than she emerged from some shadows and said let's go
I followed her
will your husband be pissed I asked
if he finds out
I laughed I won't tell I said
I won't either where are we going
the river
she led me to an old brown car
nice car
no it isn't do you want to drive
not really
she tossed me the keys you know where we're going
I'm drunk
so am I

I parked the car and we walked down a path
I picked up a rock and threw it in the water
why are you here I asked
she shrugged who's that girl you were talking to she asked
you saw me talking to a girl
yes I did
I used to or I guess I'm in love with her I said and picked up another rock
why aren't you here with her she asked
I hit a deer on the way home from a bar and she hasn't given me the time of day since I said and threw the rock at a tree and missed
she has high standards
I guess
she sat down on a rock
I lit a cigarette
can I have a drag
I handed her my cigarette
I quit she said
you can always take it back up are you cold I asked
kind of
I gave her my jacket
thanks
so you're still in love with her
I'm not in love with anybody I just wish that I was in love with someone
that's sad
yeah I guess it is why are you here I asked
don't ask me that
why not
just don't she said and handed me my cigarette that tastes so good 
I found a rock and placed it beside hers and sat down
the moon is pretty tonight she said
it always is I said I like you I added and kissed her softly 
we should get back before your husband puts two and two together I said
he's not very good at math

Low Art: John Prine

I started with this line I only did it 'cause I want to be that good while I waited for Penny and Cate after playing golf with Brown Deer and Billy the line is in reference to some lines I stole for a song I wrote a long time ago
I added this line how did it turn out so badly I sang those lines and played my guitar until I came up with I've been running around here for over twenty years knocking on every door twice I played and sang those four lines for about five minutes did the dishes picked up my guitar and sang there's a woman on twenty-eighth street she always leaves on the lights I repeat the first two almost nonsensical lines and that leads me to I was sitting outside the liquor store killing a six-er of Pabst 
a dude walked up and said I could sure use your extra cash 
I said old man what the hell is extra cash I've spent every cent I ever made 
the old man said extra cash is the shit that you don't really need today 
I said old man I'm down to two cigarettes and a half empty can of paint 
he said I guess you're not the guy I'm looking for I'll just be on my way 
I said old man no shit old man I'm broke as a dead Indian 
and old man the really sad part is I worked four days this week these lines come quickly maybe too quickly and now I have to sing and play them for hours messing with the phrasing and chords until I have something that sounds like a song and if that happens I do have a song
kind of
the song is done but it has to prove itself and that's one reason I need a tape recorder if it doesn't prove itself it will be lost and that is not my intention whether it proves itself or not
if that makes any sense
twenty minutes becomes two hours and sometimes twenty-five years and you're still messing with it
that's why I would like a kick ass tape recorder that's easy to use
ten days later or so I was laying around waiting for something like I always do and I picked up my guitar like I sometimes do and played the song and it's coming along
It sounds better then it reads
I hope
I put down the guitar and thought John Prine hasn't made a great record in over twenty years
since the missing years and that made me kind of sad

If Life Were A Folk Song: Richard Thompson

if life were a folk song
there would be more
romance
danger
magic
abominable snowmen
fires
ghosts
floods
orphans
feats of strength
maritime disasters
jesters
hard times
good times
crab games
shacks on a river
dive bars in the woods
mississippi john hurt records
righteous pain
cops and robbers
dry rivers to cross under purple moons
nights that never end
days that never begin
cowboys and indians
damn builders
union dues
mountains to climb and descend
interesting trees
cool hats
horses
dirty thousand-dollar pinstriped suits
dusty old leather shoes
all night drives
across state lines
candles burning at both ends
guitars
violins
guns
accordions 
drugs
and ne're do wells
hanging around
cheap apartments at dawn
if my life were a folk song
it would start in a minor
end in g
with a bridge in b flat
to float under
in a raft
or dive off
break my neck

Capitalism Run Amok

the price was high
free would have been too much
I paid our shares
we went inside
put on three-d glasses
and watched something happen
I'm not sure what
I asked you
you shrugged
I don't like to judge
but what the fuck

the price was high
as was I
on my birthday
we bet on the dogs
won a couple hundred bucks
went to a bar
and drank until I couldn't walk

the price was high
the band sucked
a pretty girl told me
to fuck myself
when I asked her
for a light

capitalism run amok

people often say how hard you have to work to get to the top

I'm saying you have to work pretty hard to maintain your station on the bottom

and you probably won't even get a vacation

a pat on the back for a job well done or a fare thee well when they show you the door

Unmade Bed: Leonard Cohen 1973

I say sorry and thank you for the lines I steal and write on a scrap of paper
while you give me head on a unmade hotel bed
my limo waits in the street to take you wherever you want to go
New Hampshire I think you said when we met
I recall the show a night ago
some of the songs sounded better then others
like the records I make
that seem so much more important then they really are
and what a wonderful perk you turned out to be
I think
I need you
I don't need you
I need you
I don't need you
and all that jiving around
when you make your getaway
I'll be relieved
and down the road I might remember
your semi-gaped tooth smile
that against the odds
only enhances your perfect nose
and your tie-dyed peasant dress
you take off
and throw on the floor
put on to fetch cigarettes in the lobby
and take off and toss on a chair
and when you find a real man
and are raising two or three kids
you will always have my voice on record or cassette
I hope my songs make you laugh and smile and dance and cry your eyes out
in the middle of the night
I'll throw you a toast
or you can throw one at me
to the night we listened to the storm
when we were almost young
a long time ago
won't seem so long ago
when we think about it
forty years from now

I'm Not Sleeping With You

do you think they can see us i asked the tree top tall thinking woman while we shared a pipe behind the barn
the people in that house could care less what a nigger and a jew are doing back here the tree top tall thinking woman said and what do you care
i don't i was thinking about you i'm not a jew by the way i said
whatever don't you worry about me although i'm too important to limit to one poem it would be like raymond chandler using philip marlowe in one novel she said
i'm no raymond chandler i said no shit she said and you ain't philip marlowe i said
i could be if you weren't so lazy you don't deserve a muse she said i never said i did i said
i'm not sleeping with you she said i never should have stole you from that blues song i said
true that she said you have any friends i asked i'm a loner she said and smiled like a million dollars
if i could record that i would but i can't i'm a reporter not a poet no matter what i might have said to get you to do what you did i said
you need to buck up she said yeah i'll get right on that when i finish what i'm doing i said and it might be awhile i thought
do you want anymore of this i asked i always want more of this she said

Dead River VI Howlin' Wolf

the dry river rolls under my bedroom window
when the wind blows
the trailer shakes
the dry river moans
it's hard to light a pipe
the dry river crosses a dirt road a quarter mile from a place no one should go if they know what's good for them
i followed the dry river into a valley
i thought i found a pot of gold
it was something else
i don't remember what
at the head of the dry river i meet a tree top tall thinking woman cooking hot dogs
she tells me to be careful
i feel a flood coming over the horizon
a big one
the stars are falling
i smell fire
i walk my dog across the dry river into a field of cactus i yell jenny! she turns around and looks at me turns around and runs away to a dumpster behind a bar that eighty-sixed me for falling off my stool six times at two am it doesn't seem like such a big deal
i sit in the dry river bed under a bridge reading a book of poetry by mao tse-tung
i walk the dry river with my daughter looking for flat stones to skip
at the foot of the dry river the tree top tall thinking woman is skinny dipping in the sand she looks amazing i wave she laughs and tells me i told you so you crazy bastard

Across The Street

a chicken yells cock a doodle do or some such nonsense i'm tryng to recall a golf shot i should have hit a long time ago into the wind in reference to a book i'm writing in my head
breaking eighty how not to act while you learn how to play golf and it's more about what happened after i failed to execute my flawed plan i broke my four iron over my knee walked off the course and waited for my brother in the bar and as crazy as this sounds it was the right thing to do you have to punish yourself to break eighty if you don't practice enough
i don't punish myself enough anymore i think while i wait for something good to happen the chicken drags a pretty girl into a cab i wonder if i should intervene is it or is it not my business the cab driver seems okay with it i hear dance music from the bar and wish i couldn't a tree behind the bar takes off like a rocket and flies away i could listen to a kris kristofferson cd but i'm trying to concentrate on this poem i smell bad tacos a busboy is smoking in the parking lot and that reminds me to get off my ass and light one a man opens the bar door walks into the parking lot looks around and goes back inside in fifteen minutes i will be out of here and it won't matter a tinker damn one way or another what happens to any of us

Swinging door

the door swings both ways
so don't let it hit your ass
you say
when you leave
don't forget
we met in the fog
i state
on the wrong side of the street
along time ago seems like last week
we were playing darts
in a dive
you smiled at the dude
who stole my hash in high school
i can forgive you
but you could be cooler
and make it easier
on us both
that ain't your style
i can respect that
but what are you
going to give me
i don't need much
but nothing don't
go a long way
and we're a million miles behind already
baby
the door swings both ways
so don't let it hit your ass
you say
when you leave
and don't come back
it doesn't
i think
but don't say
and you'll want me back
in the morning anyway
the door swings both ways
give me a break

Beyond Purpose

the purpose beyond the purpose is essential
the purpose beyond the purpose is sometimes abstract
the purpose beyond the purpose is often impossible
no matter how hard you try just ask a bunch of half ass artists
the purpose beyond the purpose is only possible
if you work like an immigrant and get luckier than shit
the purpose beyond the purpose isn't polished
the purpose beyond the purpose is easier to find
when you are a little tired and sad
the purpose beyond the purpose is a lie and a bitch
i almost caught up with her on seventh avenue last night
the purpose beyond the purpose is a dream that doesn't come true
the purpose beyond the purpose is a nightmare that does
the purpose beyond the purpose is a broken whiskey bottle
laying on the side of a dirt road next to a dead guy
the purpose beyond the purpose is finding out why
the purpose beyond the purpose is a whore in purple dress
flipping off a cop at two am behind his back
the purpose beyond the purpose is a conversation with your wife
about finance and your daughter and all the stuff that needs to be completed by the end of the week
the purpose beyond the purpose is what I am trying to do right now
the purpose beyond the purpose is what I have failed to achieve up 'till now
the purpose beyond the purpose is something you can lose or throw away
the purpose beyond the purpose is something most folks don't think about much
the purpose beyond the purpose is blond on blond

Townes Van Zandt

If my love was a song
The sun would walk beside her and across oceans of time I chased her
Across a bridge over the Missouri and into a valley until she vanished.
She may have been a ghost. The train was on time but I couldn't catch it.
The sun walked beside her across oceans of time I followed her shadow
Into a cave. I sat on a rock. She hovered above.
I asked her to sit down. She said that's not possible. Why not I asked.
She said you wouldn't understand. I think she's right and more beautiful
Than anything I could ever handle. So I swam to a cove and laid in the sun
And waited for something more dependable.
But when the moon rose over the horizon the sun still walked beside her.
I followed her shadow across oceans of time and a field
Over a cliff and into the water.
If my love was a song I could compose with a little help from the masters
The sun would walk beside her across oceans of time all the way to El Dorado.

Brothers: Bobby Bare and his old partner in crime, Shel Silverstein

What do you know the frog asked the toad. I could be your brother the toad said. Yeah but I'm greener. But I can jump higher. Even if that were true so what we're to small to play basketball. That may be so but I can catch a fly that's a little higher in the air. Even if that were true I could cut your throat and wait for the fly to fly a little lower. That's cold man. It's a cold world bud the frog said and hopped away. Hey, the toad yelled. The frog looked back. Or we could just be friends the toad teased. The frog laughed, yeah I guess we could try that but I'd watch your back.

Presence

Late one night between yesterday and the middle of next week
You were drinking wine
Whiskey for me
A sad soulful song on the broken radio (Waylon Jennings)
The Belle Of The Ball I think
A star fell into the lake
The moment passed
Quickly
Effortlessly
Inevitably
As water through our cupped hands
I reached for your knee
You smiled
The lake was still as cement
The song ended
The star splashed
I heard something flapping
A faint smell of shit returned (dog probably)
We were drunk
Laughing at something you said
We wasted a beautiful moment (It wasn't obvious) (I'll give you that)
We didn't think they would be so few and far between and never noticed its absence

Crazy Wind

Chasing a feeling
Through the city
Caught at a railroad crossing
Train going about two miles an hour
Grabbed a book out of a bag
Smoked a couple cigarettes
Train stopped
Started
Going backwards
Feeling was getting away
Ambling down Seventh Avenue
Looking for a
Crack
Street
Vendor
Got out of the car
Walked around the train
By that time the feeling was long gone
That's not such a bad thing
About a block from my driveway
Caught a whiff of something strange
Spun around
Started looking again

Walked past the guy playing electric guitar
With his hat on the sidewalk
In front of a record store
A black dude was selling poems
Gave him a dollar
He handed me a poem on a green sheet of paper
Signed William Wonderful

The moonlight fades like a light switch dimmer I take you home down a back road past the lake we stop and share a cigarette under a tree you smile and say I wish this crazy wind would just blow me away to where I ask anywhere but here you say away from me I think you take my hand and we watch a bird fight a snake while the sun rises over the lake you squeeze my hand and say don't be sad but that's unrealistic

Precipice

I'm on the edge
Of a cliff
Or a bridge
Or the roof of a five story apartment building
Gazing
At a river
Or a parking lot
Or the top of a tree
Talking to myself
About basketball
Or where I've been
Or a book I've just read
Wondering
What's next
Or just happened
Or isn't ever going to
I know
I won't jump
Or stumble
Or howl at the full moon like a horny old wolf
I might walk
To a bar
Or a theater
Or a field of daisies
And watch the sun
Rise
Or fall
Or just hang like a great big ball
I can't
Catch
Or throw
Or hit over a fence
That might represent
The border between was and is
Or a long line of things I almost did
Or something I never want to do again

Semi-Related

If I was sorry
I would say
I'm sorry
And you aren't crazy
So quit acting
Like you are

The morning you left
The birds wouldn't shut up
And I ran out of cigarettes
Before I passed out

I grabbed all the courage
Laying around

Found some change I knew
Was under the cushions of my couch

Walked about six blocks
To the liquor store

Walked back with
Thirteen cents and two packs

Found the bottle I stashed
In the shed and spent

The rest of the day
Thinking about the shit

I could have done and
Decided it makes no difference

No matter what the sages say
Around nightfall

Important!

If the flag is blowing
Left to right keep going

Until you hit the four way stop sign
At the edge of the woods

Head south
Toward the lake

Stop a second
Before the road ends

Get out of the car
Draw a circle in the dirt

Stand in the circle and await
Further instructions

If you ever want to
See me again

Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way

After taking delivery of the finest grade
Coca-Cola in Nashville
You do the vocals for Amanda
Eight hours of pinball with Tompall in the cafe on the corner.
He's drinking Jack and telling you about touring with Marty
You tell him a couple about Buddy
Tilt and recite a couple lines of a poem you memorized in high school
That semi-relates to tilting the pinball machine on the brink of a free game.
What did I just say you ask?
Kris walks in says where the hell you been and hands you a tape.
You head back to Tompall's studio and listen to Kris's song
Pick up your Telecaster
Catch it and ask Tompall to roll some tape.
Jessie calls and asks if you are coming home today.
You tell her about the song you're working on.
She asks about Amanda.
You say it's done
Tell Tompall you have to get going
Get sidetracked
By another song
Back to the cafe
Play some more pinball.
Kris drops by and says what did you think?
You take him back to the studio
Listen to the demo and a couple more
Do the rest of the blow with Kris and Hank
Who drops by to see if you have any
Shit to spare
You say we use it all around here for better or worse Hoss.

A Song For My Love

The road dead ends
At a lake
If I had a boat
I could get to you
I think
You are somewhere
I could find
Above the sunset
I sense your reflection
On the water
I hear a song
You'd sing
While you brushed
Your hair
Floating over the trees
Through fog
I follow smoke
And a drum
To a glass house
Above a creek
And wait
For the come what may
To come

Warren Zevon

A sage remarked
While we sat on a log
Beside a dry creek
About a mile north of my house
Looking for a rock fort
In the woods
If you are a writer and something wonderful enters your mind, first thank some God for it and then revise it.

A philosopher observed
Whilst we threw rocks at a mailbox
Early in the morning
After drinking wine all night
Try nothing if nothing works.

A poet opined
While we sat on his porch
Smoking cigarettes
Watching fireworks explode
Over a football stadium
American intellectuals of the last twenty-five years have suffered from a kind of sleep deprivation or dream famine. They have abandoned literature for politics without a moment's thought for the ironic consequences.

A Drill Sergeant sang
While we marched
Up a hill called Agony and down a hill called Misery
Into a valley
That may as well have been
Hell on Earth
Lear jet swat team on a midnight run with the M-16 and the Ingram gun. We parachute in. We parachute out. Death from above we're screaming now. Strength and muscle and jungle work. Strength and muscle and jungle work.

Limitations

Frustrated

By

The

Limitations

Of

My

Mind

Connecting

Lines

Miss

Spelling

Words

One

Thousand

Pages

Of

Nonsense

Will

Not

Fill

A

Bucket

Or

Anything

Else

With

Holes

Consequences, Observations, and Rewards

Slipping down a ramp at the ASU basketball arena almost into the crotch of a cop Watching a cop pull a bag of weed out of Richard's shirt pocket at the Coliseum Trying not to get arrested Smoking dope in the bathroom Smoking dope in the parking lot Smoking dope in the lobby Smoking dope every chance we got Standing seven rows in tripping watching Prince play the guitar like nobody's business and then some Seeing a hooker up close for the first time on the corner of Thirty-Second Street and Van Buren Hitchhiking from New River to Mesa with Brown Deer and Pete Sleeping in a half-finished house after seeing Ian Hunter and Mick Ronson blow the roof off the sky at the Mesa Amphitheater Watching Johnny almost get squished waiting in line to see Kiss Waiting two and a half hours in the parking lot of the Mason Jar talking to a Major about Apocalypse Now Knowing the chances of getting a ride at two AM are pretty slim Sticking my thumb out anyway Freezing my ass off Richard saying how can it be lucky to lose all your weed before the show even starts A lot of walking down dirt roads to get there

Television

Trans motion

Somewhere
In Ohio

I think

A hitchhiker trips

Falls
One hundred miles

Stop
Or
Go
On

Cleveland
Maybe
Detroit

Snow
Falls

A thousand mile circle
Of cold

Windshield wipers
Don't
Work

Out of smoke
No signal to send

One more for the road
Or just another fork

If
I
Would
I
Could

Stop
Or
Go
On

Trans motion


Shut down the line
Kiss the clown
Feed the chain
Stick the ball

I don't know
Where I'm bound
Where I been
I think I found

Shut down the line
Kiss the clown
Feed the chain
Stick the ball


I got nothing but a pocket full of nothing and I haven't seen you in a real long time
When the shit hit the fan I was ducking in a ditch and thinking this is not what I signed up for
I was wondering where you went when I saw you dancing with an arch enemy of mine

I have spent a lifetime reading
Just about anything that crossed my path

Therefore

I can't buy what you are selling baby
I would almost like to

but

I just can't
See the picture
You are trying too hard to paint

interrupting your regularly scheduled programming

we report this...

first off I have no business posting here

I just clean things up and toss in a pic every now and again

the artist is busy (HA) turning these pieces into songs

and considering turning them into videos

yeah - we'll see when and if that happens

he hasn't even opened up and turned on his new camera

anyways, someone has to keep this going because

after all 

it is worth reading

right?

and if there's music and video added?

that can't be anything better than what?  better?

stay tuned