Monday, November 21, 2011

Romantic Dinner

 On my 10th anniversary
I decided to make dinner
Yeah, I wanted to do something to please her
I also had something to prove.

There are things said
in the normally tumultuous
course of relationships.
Things that stick in your paw
Things that can never be removed.

One of these things is
"He overcooks the steaks"
God I want to please her,
but Hell I gotta be right.

Skillets sear
the popping sounds
make it clear

"I'm doing it right"

Butter splatters
my sexy anniversary chest

"It's going to be perfect"

Golden
mahogany
marbled perfection

Now I believe
Bare chested
collar up
my hearts on my sleeve

I knew I had it right
I even let it rest
Trying to be sexy
I even did it with bare chest

I didn't turn her on
I didn't prove her wrong
She accepts me
and I cooked the steaks too long...


Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Penny from a skyscraper

I'll just have to let it go
loosen my grip
let it fall out my head
like a penny from a skyscraper
sent by a school kid
to do uncertainable damage
to a sidewalk
or a unwilling and unknowing
pedestrian...

Unknowing
sent via first class air mail
postmarked seconds ago
scribed there at the end
unfeeling...

Fleeing from the streets
in desperate despair
a flock of sheep with
wings of imagination
clipped by farmer
called government

Scurry back to your pin
oh shackeled and denied
head thought

It's time to tighten up your belt
and crack all your knuckles
get your sachel packed
get ready to go
we ride out tomarrow
when dawn peeks her head out
from under her flannel sheets of night

Sliding the moon back
into the junk drawer
I also slid in some travelers of night
a gypsy here
a warlock there
I have some caffine
a brush through my hair

Jump up to my horse
who see's me ten times larger
than I actualy am...

I've got some some good plans
to blow up some damns
maybe a house
exterminate earths head louce

Scibe my name
across a billion bricks
here in a city
hiding it's eyes
and it's art
from itself
hiding it's glazeballs
behind a box of
illuminated
floresent gray

I musent stay I've got to be on my way
not my way but maybe the way
for straight and for gay
a really bad play
a world in disaray

A diving disaster
molded from plaster
information getting faster
men turning into bastards
the best medicen is laughter

Serine chlorine
invites you for a dip
submerged your hair
becomes tosseled and turned
you learn of burn
and christmass gifts to return

From Grandma another bible
for your files
I'll put this king james
right here
next to my 
underwater basket weaving
and how to pick up loose women

Thanks Grandma for looking out for me
in the hereafter...

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Alamode

We're just going to die
Maybe some of us
Will get to say
Goodbye.

Earth to earth
Life to dust
Life of lust
Crunchy, American
Crust

Alamode
Apples
Bold
It drips off my plate...