I’m on the straight and narrow as I follow down this path Heading to the vet right now to give my dog a bath This always is a challenge since my doggie growls lots But if I fail to do this chore his skin will get hot spots I wish the place was vacant like at night when no ones there I breathe a sigh of relief and try to fix my hair The fact I try concealing is slapstick to some folks But building up a facade is like mountains with no slopes I vicariously will cover regrets with a mock cape Even though my ideas do not have a certain shape I ask to use the toilet to erase my sweaty pits Happy that they use a vent, while doggie waits and sits This all sounds like a comedy with a genius who is stuck I wish my body held its heat I really have no luck But without obstructing further we head to the front door Until I hear the barking, doggie’s sniffing at the floor There is a tiny item hiding firmly by the wall Is that a mouse or hamster? I think it is a vole I tell doggie to leave it, they deserve the chance to live After this I head back home, doggie’s bath I did not give.
How many numbers can one gambler count When wearing a crown, I’d say any amount But he is a fool who’ll request a memento And cross all his friends, making them foes He’ll be unrelenting and seek a new hat But rumors will stir, he’s too exotic for that There’s no chance that his soul is headed up north Heavenwardness, Godly haven, so forth ‘Cause he’s mean as a bull with secrets to hide with his bony, white hand, he’ll push you aside. He’ll float past the crowd on his way to the top Then have a repast before he really will drop To the bottom of hell or wherever it is That bad people go, and it ain’t just show biz! He’ll stay there and rot like bad people do And no one will cry or ever be blue.
Our lives are filled with radiant heat we seem to pass around We line up stones to make our soup, no taste is ever found. Its like a single snapshot of idols in our world With timeless, kitschybundles of memories left unfurled A lonely individual who finds a ghost to haunt the wet kiss from your grandma or possibly your aunt You try to be reflective of things you may have missed Immersed in all your drama, two lips that are unkissed We hold on to our memories, those ones we left behind To keep up on our future, underwhelming we may find But a candle keeps on flickering, it burns alone you see Smoke meandering in the air, its billowy and free Keep on with your focus, don’t lose your faith in you For someday we all get our gold, whatever we are due.
On a luminous night three days from now The spirits will come, they might even growl Myths are beyond doubt , I’m certain to say things that I wish for, I hum and I pray But shortages happen, discounts are lost I’m glum without coupons, how much things cost Like birds on a mission in regional fields Without worms a-squirming, dirt without yields My heart is so willowy, hope’s trickling away So i’ll drag my bones out on some other day. I’ll run to the supermarket open til nine And buy what I need and then I’ll be fine.
Call it retrograde amnesia or just a flickering impulse I conjured up my strength, as if I were someone else My friends they did not know me, my family they would say But I attribute all my happiness to that crazy single day It started as a gaffe but soon turned into a cruelhunch Disguising my whole face as I stalked away to lunch To elevate my mood in this rare prolific phase I sighed and ate my sandwich as I looked off in a haze A mystery unfolding was putting all my strength on hold The magic of a master was all that I was told Ejected from his alter and landing with a thud I saw my pet go flying, then a monsoon of his blood I ran back through the hallway, the library was in sight I didn’t leave a line of crumbs nor turn on any lights. I hid among the books so afraid that I’d be seen What a nightmare of a morning this day has truly been I escaped out through a window and climbed down a brick wall I didn’t want to wait for more I know I couldn’t stall Suddenly I woke up, not knowing where I was Grateful that the only thing was my alarm’s loud buzz
As I sit now and think about the words here today I catenate my words in my roustabout way Its not an emergency this is no jubilee but as I proceed I feel it does amuse me. Like a blackbird who flies in the dead of the night to a flame going out in the wind Nothing surprises my mind anymore, so now it is time to begin I will think of an ambulance whirling away as it seems to cross by on the street While a meek little woman searches her purse, wondering who she might meet She may need assistance here on the ground, her bare feet attached to the earth Or getting her butt up on the bus, the door is too small for her girth. I find that I am like a grain of the sand that covers a wide open beach playing my part in this writing montage wondering who I will reach. Now that I’m done and she’s riding the bus my search for the words has to stop Like a saint kneels to pray the creed that he knows, my brain cells are ready to drop.
In the middle of trouble Where nothing makes sense A fool will be pious But to his defense The drunk at the bar Is quite erratic you see With dirt clod fingernails Never silver money The heat of the moment When one should take flight Sometimes refuses and imbibes in a fight The alchemy there In the core of his brain Is like a carnation After icy cold rain Physics should surmount The bright gold lit light Is really a senseless Brainwave from the fight A snack will help fix The untimely glow on the poor drunkard’s face As it’s part of the show A ticket to nowhere Will be true, you see Is where the barfly Should put his money.
Like lines in the air The cow jumped over the moon With hooves like fingertips Never landing too soon He jumped through the void Making patterns in air Unconsciously knowing A landing place with be there A remote piece of space A star up in the sky Tracing the pattern Of this cow, watch him fly Then down to his spot He safely will drop ‘Cause no one cooks up a place Where that strong cow can’t stop.