The Dimensions Between Sight And Sound

Some came in saucers.

Others had reptile skin.

Some had no skin at all

And weren’t where they had been.

When they landed after tactile.

And just before smell.

One could see them but not feel them

Because touching them was, well…

Waay out of the question.

See them on the edge of sight.

Feel them just past felt.

Communicating soundlessly.

The endless, boundless wealth

Of knowledge.

If You’re A Cat, It Ain’t Monday.

Five was the number.

The number was five.

Then he’d come awake.

Then he’d be alive!

Seven was a number.

A number which he dread.

Seven was a forcer

Force him outa bed.

One was rent.

Water, fifteen.

Life insurance, taxes

In between.

Then it’s a clean break.

Maybe wake ‘n be baked.

Tummy ache can be faked

Cause school uh waits for you.

He Could Say It Was The Lord But It Was Life

Words kept coming

Like non-stop humming.

Like a far away train will rumble you.

You feel the world a rockin’.

You hear somebody talkin’.

The rocks get hot to walk on.

So now you run.

Son-of-a-gun!

Stops being fun.

You come undone.

Not the only one.

And now you’re never tired

Because you’re always wired

And you don’t know

You’re sleeping

Alot more.

Get Your Pareidolia On, Shite Is Adding Up.

The plays and the players.

Just another day.

Nothing to be seen here.

Why not look away?

The sky’s not falling.

The earth ain’t shakin’.

You ain’t in a hot home

Awaken without bakin’.

Count you your blessings.

Hang ’em on a wall.

Get a little mixed up

Who ya gonna call?

No one.

Get Bent

Blow your stack.

Come undone.

Put those loved

On the run.

Stop all fun.

Cause shit ain’t going your way.

Swear out loud.

Asshole proud.

It’s allowed

Cause you’re a jerk.

You live to hurt.

Hurt yourself first

And then the others.

Where Are You And What Time Is It?

Say this again tomorrow.

For tomorrow holds no sorrow.

It’s a brand new day

With a brand new way

Of doing things that

Shouldn’t be done.

But today you can

Replay your plan

Cause today all things are different.

See, the man changed his mind.

Today you’ll find

Him rather kind

So do that which shouldn’t be done.

You Don’t Play With The Big Boys

You roll the die.

You don’t ask why.

Just barely try

To understand.

It’s underhanded.

Won’t understand it.

Can’t get behind it.

Cause you don’t know

Mister so-in-so.

So you must go

Along, to get along.

Now get along…

Space: The Final Fraudtier

He lied to himself,

Chanting:

I think I can.

I think I can!

But as an also ran

He was in a clan

That lied on their resumes too.

There was no no-can-do.

But didja really think these things through?

It was you… just you.

And that ain’t enough.

An Asshole’s Hegelian Dialectic

Fo’ sho’ he was an asshole.

He had those asshole ways.

And without any effort

He could asshole on for daze!

Sometimes he would wonder.

As assholes seldom do.

What made me such an asshole?

Can I dam my river of poo?

Maybe read a book or

Take a course or join a goddamn church.

Or maybe join the military.

They manhandle jerks.

But do it, you do something.

You made this problem, so…

You must quit your assholenish.

Or prison’s where you’ll go.

He Was Good On Taxes

He just paid income tax and

Tax on his gas and the gasser

Paid their taxes all the way down.

He paid their tax, too.

On his car, too.

Every fucking thing in his house was taxed too!

His food. His clothes.

The fooders and the clothers.

He paid their tax too!

They told him after taxes

That his loot was tax free!

Sweet Jesus, fuck me!

This is tax free?!

Ain’t no tax left for me!

His Initiative Showed None

You don’t quit, you don’t start.

You’ve turned not trying

Into an art.

You don’t follow direction

But want us all to becon

To your call.

It ain’t your fault.

It’s a default.

For the not so innocent bystander.

He Was A Small Man Baring His Cross

He could hear the birds, or not.

He could flail in this net

But he was caught.

And goddammit, these were problems.

Andy had no way to solve them.

So he cried out to the night.

You know this isn’t right!

Andy’s damn near outa fight!

But the universe wants more.

And Andy, that’s your chore.

You open wide the door.

To you’ve not been before.

You’ll cry in there.

You’ll die in there.

But out here, Andy… live!

Mike Roe And Mike

As below. So above.

Things never fit.

Like a glove.

Your Days Are Numbered Now Name Them

Six hundred years old.

On his thirty-ninth childhood.

Jonah finally learned to shit his pants.

He could shit those pants with ease, now.

No need to scare shit out.

All done with zero grunting, he was proud…

Ya gotta learn to shit yourself, he knew.

If it takes six hundred years.

Cause once you learn to shit yourself, my friend.

No shit can come from fears.

If You Need To Be Angry

A punching bag, you’re not.

But, here you are… caught.

In the eye of a drama storm.

Drama storm.

Drama storm.

Turn and torn.

Man you rustled bag!

You Hag!

Queen of Drama, Storm!

Suggestions Dropped Like Grenades To Fall On

The Boogieman wears my droopy pants.

The Boogieman wears my shoes.

The Boogieman, he limits me.

Tells me what to choose.

Fear this, fear that.

My Boogieman knows just where it’s at.

Staying Where God Wants You

Pretend you are a fuckwit.

A moron and a gloat.

Pretend you’ve nothing to offer.

Then think about your oath.

Your oath. Your oath…

Just think about your oath.

To UPHOLD life.

Against all strife.

And now, apparently, you’re in it.

It’s time for you to bring it.

Sing or just wingding it.

But Madame or Good Sir.

Bring it.

The Stupid Future And Past

It hit him in the gut.

Right. In. The. Gut.

Weren’t no ifs, no ands or buts.

There it was and just because

It was there, he could see it.

He could feel it, be it.

Let it run amok.

Or he could look away.

Go and play.

He could really not give a fuck.

That thing was there.

That much was true.

But it did not tell him what to do.

He could shelve it for the future.

Redesignate it’s past.

He could do this from where he stood right now.

Create a new future and past…

If You Open The Door For God He Will

The Devil makes you do stuff.

You don’t want to do.

And God, he wants whatever you want.

Cause God, he works through you.

Satan works in other folks.

Via tempers they can’t control.

They stab you once maybe fitty times

And you don’t ever say whoa!

See, God and Lucifer, at your beck and call.

God is gonna help you good.

For Slewfoot, you take the fall.

But buddy, don’t you think for a moment.

You are doing this all.

The Deadly Lack Of Imagination

They didn’t think it was a bear.

Just the shadow of a rock.

Cause this bear never growled

And it never, ever talked.

It just cast this shadow.

Not much there to know to

Run this way or walk all day

But some who say

It’s a bear alright.

We need more fright!

And get out of sight!

Don’t wait til night!

Or it’s cover of darkness.

You disregard this

At your peril.

And they did…

Everyone Wants A Slinky

Shh! No talking!

No whispering, too!

No damn winking or

Smoke signals, you!

An En Dee Aye.

You sign today.

And then you say

Nothing.

Keep it to yourself.

You got bills to pay.

You like dat car okay?

Maybe your lips stay

Close Ed.

In Liarland

When his lips were moving

And his mouth was on this side.

One could hear the fibs a tumbling.

And, once in a while, collide.

They painted a sunny picture

Full of sunny, sunny ways.

But the sun will gladly take your sight

And leave you in a blinded daze.

He lied and lied and lied and lied.

With smart dressed liars by his side.

They flashed their whitened teeth with glee

And shook with both their hands, look … see!

They held friends fast and enemies faster

They only focus on what they’re after.

And buddy, that ain’t you.

How They Shut You Up

You’re scared.

Am I right?

You don’t sleep good at night?

You, you think they’re watchin’.

No, but they sorta gotcha.

Looking over your shoulder.

Sayin’ ” Dammit! I fucking told ya!”

Hands in ya pockets.

Not your hands, all theirs.

Fingers in your busy-ness.

Fixin’ on your address.

Nothin’ you own’s yours.

You run with man whores.

They, they open doors.

So often they tell you…

And you know they close them too.

Reality As An Onion Where You’re Peeling The Inside Out

He could be artificially intelligent.

He could walk and do that talking.

He could observe without balking.

He had a front and centre seat

To the Shit Show.

Ya, here in the front row,

He could smell the shit.

Got used to it

Being on his clothes and

Up his nose.

From there he rose to the challenge

Like Stonehenge.

Shit was fake as hell…

Karma

You’ll get yours!

He shook his fist.

Eyes a bulgin’, dude was pissed.

Life was upside down.

Shit had come around.

And that shit had just found

Him.

No, You Ain’t Suffering Alone.

He was a thief all right.

He worked both day and night.

His tool was so uptight.

You could have a stroke.

Maybe be that bloke.

Who one day wrote;

“I’m gonna do what I wanna.”

“If I am not hurtin’ no one.”

“I’ma gonna hava some fun.”

“Ain’t livin’ in fear.”

This Farmer Farms Crazy

You had to pay them for paying them.

They charged you for nothing.

Fines tripled and quadrupled.

The cameras missed nothing.

They charged you to use your money.

Had to pay if you didn’t.

Paid to tie your horse up.

Got a fine if you didn’t.

Charged you for the ground

And the rain and the waste.

Charged you for a stadium

While your road lay in waste.

Charged you more for taxes

So they could pile on more debt.

Squeeze you for a little more and

Crazy you, you say yes.

I Can Help You Here

He wanted help where he was but

Help wasn’t where he was

Just because

Help was needed like a blanket

Not a thread.

You’re an ant.

Sorry you’re dead.

The blanket is all.

Outlying The Outliars

Psst! Ya wanna hear a story?

Bout a guy that wasn’t sorry

That he fibbed about tamorry?

It wasn’t true.

But what could he do?

It was through and though!

No really, what could he do?!

Even facts not true.

He said to you.

Looked your TV in it’s eye.

Said pally, I’m your guy.

And don’t you wonder why.

Just nod, yes sir! Eye, eye!

And kiss your arse goodbye.

The Doctor Said Drink Whiskey

She imagined him telling her

She must be drunk.

And whomever thinks otherwise

Obviously thunk

That they know much more than

The whiskey presciber.

He’s not just inside her.

He’s a real man

Who really can

See the medicine in whiskey.