Dreary Lanes

Dreary Lanes of Mud and Mist,
Troughs cut through the ditch
old oaks and chestnut line the path
the hedges are full of their litter
only a few miles to go,
rather than walk in the mud
I'll walk in the grass
my trousers are wet with dew
you see me
as a bum a wanderer a crazy man
because I live louder?
Larger
many a man is jealous of me
it's not me I think, but my attitude
my way of life
as the road ends I find all the trouble is stripped away
stark naked my body enters the pool

MY DIRTY HANDS?MOUTHDISEASE

ONCE UPON A DAY
MY FACE AS RED AS A BEET
MY HURT COMES FROM THE EARTH
ALL DAY
RUNNING, WHAT AM I RUNNING FROM?
NOTHING? SOMETHING? everything?
nOPE
SO THIRSTY
SO ANGRY
SO TIRED AND SHI%%ED ON
EVERYDAY ALL DAY
i SEE THE LINES IN MY OWN MIND
LIKE A WRINKLE IN FU55ING TIME

at sea

Life is sweet
want to sleep but i'll drink
primatively
careful they may stamp sucker on your forehead
.....good I brought my shiv.
Nigeria is hot but try Tennessee
anywhere to go but only one place to be, possibly.
wide wide earth not dirty yet
Los Angeles California big pile of sh*t
war in Iraq I wan Vietnam back
at least it was obvious you were being f****d, in some way.
Get along
it don't take long.
Get along.
I don't speak Zulu
but why should I
I'm an American
no food in my belly
when you are a broken sailor
there is no coming back

the monotone

sitting around
no place to go
there is no one to talk to
there is no show
my cigarettes
just might last
if i dont drink whats in my grasp
work broke me
right from the start
left me enough to do my wash
but i dont even have motivation
to drop those quarters
at the gas station
i could write
i could draw
piss all over the bar wash room wall
heed to your beckoning call
go live on a reservation
crap comes in many forms
in gut wrentching eyes
in s**t storms
its on your prick or your toothpick
open your mind and give a big one
rambled down a languid path
remembered no good things could last
foot steps to be blinded had
and fell right straight down onto my ass
comedy when at its best
much like breathing
glows in your chest
continuesuntil nothings left
but the reverere to take a rest
pretending that you did your best
but yourself you know better
with any luck you'll know it could be worse
and always will be off course
that there is nothing to know
but what you do right now
people they will never change
the problem you know will grow deranged
forget about the ordinary song you wrote
and treat tomorrow the same

green machine

my bride the earth
indigo veil
face of dirt
i am her paracite
drawing her orgasm
traversing her lava spills
lamenting about her girth