Gray Lines and White Paint

Whoa oh oh a oh,
The Goat sheds
the ants love the goat hair
they carry it deep into the ground
use it to make bridges,
bridges that connect to the castles

You don't even know
your imagination is not capable
unfathomable
so you hide behind my words
calling me crazy, crazy boy
that man is insane


I'll give you color
all you have to do is see it.

CHewbacca's Ghost

Live this world into the ground

all I can say

only advice I can give

hey as long as it's good advice

so yea live the F$%K out of this world

use it into the ground

and as far as your body is concerned

yea break your self

loose a couple of fingers

maybe a tooth

drink beer and smoke and climb dangerous mountains

throw a rock at the majarajah

and kiss the farmers daughter

live life

cut the ticket

cut the line cut the sky
open a line for the do wop a do time see the sinister
minister of thy divine
churchill downs and so do the beer
for us that feel
foolish

eat eat eat

stop over the soup
bend down low and get a whif
your eyes fire fire
everybody want's to go
where we going to go
throw em in the pit
throw em in the pit
down with disease
down with anarchy
down with flacidity
eat the peach
eat the peach
sloppy juices
fall off of my shirt
eat it
cheese it

fireball

school came and went
you can see the next neighbor hood over through the naked trees
to the empty streets
leaf tornados
flaky skin and chapstick
wake up
get out and go
dont be caught by your shadow
the salad days are right now
bring it all back home
or be left alone
where is that loud choo choo going to go anyway
other than the told
the old and predictable
waiting to get jumped and rode on into it
with camo and the barking dogs giving away away position
just trying to get home
wherever that may be
but the dog wont bite
the kids wont play
cant even make work remotely fun today
and some retard outside just peeled his whole tire down to the wheel

rib scratcher

you ought to see the getup i wear
louder than brass and stinking of yesterday
running the light daily
even when not late
this morning,
so late I even took time to smoke on the veranda
breathing in and out the night before
its sleep and mad dreams
speaking silently to myself

rabalabadingdong

Smooth surface,
mop and glow feeling
the floor in my shower
the dance in my feet

I seem unable to make sense of what I think
or at least put it down on paper
view my taste
the funk of last night
the xray of the world
cannot penetrate your mind silly fool