Archive for April, 2019

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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.