Private Collection
Oil 27" by 20"
Thursday, November 6, 2008
breath on your body
breath on your body
Can’t help myself
You know my hands like to wander
Can’t help myself
when I get near you
My fingers like to ponder
above your skin
soft like pure snow
With a warmth
snow could never know
Tracing circle mazes on your belly
Feel you wiggle
Short breath moan
my favorite sound
Whispered air
Can’t help myself
Drop to my knees
Kisses on your feet
Lust over love
My Anaïs
Candle flame
Dim light witness
shadows of heat
closer to you
breath on your body
hands holding hips
tongue humming clit
into bliss slip
shaking
quiver shiver
blowing
lips caressing
vibrating the reed
announcing new notes into space
so beautiful
so rapturous the angels become jealous
can’t help myself
lose control - meld my mind
can’t help myself
your eyes pull me in
your eyes with mystery so big
the stars flicker with envy
and I’m holding you
as you tremble
the sun sets
with explosions of color
that just can’t compare
to your brown eyes
Can’t help myself
You know my hands like to wander
Can’t help myself
when I get near you
My fingers like to ponder
above your skin
soft like pure snow
With a warmth
snow could never know
Tracing circle mazes on your belly
Feel you wiggle
Short breath moan
my favorite sound
Whispered air
Can’t help myself
Drop to my knees
Kisses on your feet
Lust over love
My Anaïs
Candle flame
Dim light witness
shadows of heat
closer to you
breath on your body
hands holding hips
tongue humming clit
into bliss slip
shaking
quiver shiver
blowing
lips caressing
vibrating the reed
announcing new notes into space
so beautiful
so rapturous the angels become jealous
can’t help myself
lose control - meld my mind
can’t help myself
your eyes pull me in
your eyes with mystery so big
the stars flicker with envy
and I’m holding you
as you tremble
the sun sets
with explosions of color
that just can’t compare
to your brown eyes
Wings speed through snow
Wings speed through snow
8-27-00
had a dream that you left on a midnight flight
or so it seemed
like the pull from Coletrane on his reed
or an organ blast being delivered from the past
always thinking where did my mind end up last
and I remember how could any of this be so
laying on the grass – under thick blankets of snow
never a thought of letting go
and still thinking where did my mind blow
they do say if you love something to set it free
so with arms raised – I watched as you flew away
I screamed at the trees
So vacant these sounds – falling on death
As the sky divides – into clouds that multiply
The rain comes back to haunting nights
With reverie of you taking flight
And I remember - a butterfly
Wings black – with a spiral of green
Tiny hairs – pork key pine spine
Caught up again in the gears of design
Letting another moment glide on by
But still wondering in the end
With thoughts creeping back in
Nor good – nor bad
Only there to drive one mad
And still in rest to be thinking
Where did you go – with wings speed through snow
8-27-00
had a dream that you left on a midnight flight
or so it seemed
like the pull from Coletrane on his reed
or an organ blast being delivered from the past
always thinking where did my mind end up last
and I remember how could any of this be so
laying on the grass – under thick blankets of snow
never a thought of letting go
and still thinking where did my mind blow
they do say if you love something to set it free
so with arms raised – I watched as you flew away
I screamed at the trees
So vacant these sounds – falling on death
As the sky divides – into clouds that multiply
The rain comes back to haunting nights
With reverie of you taking flight
And I remember - a butterfly
Wings black – with a spiral of green
Tiny hairs – pork key pine spine
Caught up again in the gears of design
Letting another moment glide on by
But still wondering in the end
With thoughts creeping back in
Nor good – nor bad
Only there to drive one mad
And still in rest to be thinking
Where did you go – with wings speed through snow
Window shopping at the mall of smiles
Window shopping at the mall of smiles
12-20-00
crystal projections – off white patterns – clear out – to the street light – being broken up by people passing by – maybe I’m just wasting time – it snowed last night – again – found – my sight – staring off – thick – wet – rich – snow dunes – curvaceous – peaks and valleys – blanket of – red – blue – yellow – lights – green – Christmas tree – the stars glisten – like points of reflecting – sun sparks – glowing incandescent – a psychedelic tundra rolling – reminding me of those nudes by Weston – shadows lightly caressing the small of backs – or O’keefe with her flowers
- the intricate detail of a petal – being held by the strength of it’s leaf –but maybe I’m just wasting time – waiting here – as these people race by – stopping in – causing the computer to bleep – blip – and ring – mimicking the jingling of change dropping into the tin – the smell of commerce – pulsates – disrupting my tranquil thoughts – no poetry here to rhyme – except they seem so miserable – if they could only learn to stop – and waste some time – staring off into the snow – to see the beauty it holds – the ripples – the sheer – the footsteps – the snow angels – just off the path – a snowman – and hot chocolate – awaiting inside – with it’s swirling melting marshmallows – and someone there - to here you sigh
12-20-00
crystal projections – off white patterns – clear out – to the street light – being broken up by people passing by – maybe I’m just wasting time – it snowed last night – again – found – my sight – staring off – thick – wet – rich – snow dunes – curvaceous – peaks and valleys – blanket of – red – blue – yellow – lights – green – Christmas tree – the stars glisten – like points of reflecting – sun sparks – glowing incandescent – a psychedelic tundra rolling – reminding me of those nudes by Weston – shadows lightly caressing the small of backs – or O’keefe with her flowers
- the intricate detail of a petal – being held by the strength of it’s leaf –but maybe I’m just wasting time – waiting here – as these people race by – stopping in – causing the computer to bleep – blip – and ring – mimicking the jingling of change dropping into the tin – the smell of commerce – pulsates – disrupting my tranquil thoughts – no poetry here to rhyme – except they seem so miserable – if they could only learn to stop – and waste some time – staring off into the snow – to see the beauty it holds – the ripples – the sheer – the footsteps – the snow angels – just off the path – a snowman – and hot chocolate – awaiting inside – with it’s swirling melting marshmallows – and someone there - to here you sigh
Why am I watching this
Written after the Virgina Tech Shootings
Why am I watching this 2005
Why am I watching this
Watching bubble burst red screen
With ticker ticking and breaking news flashing
With the familiar faces
Doctor lawyer cop press
Podium covered in microphone maggots
30 - 31 – 32 dead
again
why do I watch this
listen on the radio
to this
again
it seems so repetitive
seems so reflective
anger rage gone amuck
the lost memories of being a goose not a duck
or is it – it must be
reflective the nature of war
what is this death
the answers always better written in blood
better with the bitter taste
better with the words in god’s name
crimson river run
run over – the cup over flowing with blood
the body and the blood
the sand is red
picked on – picked out – just to be picked on
long black clothes – long black muse
blame the antichrist superstar
blame the star fuckers
the thin rails – the waif sex symbol
blame the drugs
we now see what came from watching
from follow the leader
from lead by the example - do as I say not as I do
but you didn’t say Simon says
and we are no fools
we are only the forgotten
the tossed aside
the broken bracket on the neglected ride
and who’s that harpin’ on
about history
about god is good
about Yahweh and on and on
the miracle maker
the creator
the grand poo – bear
the master of the universe
why am I watching this
why the stats
why all the numbers
why all the same questions
it seems so repetitive
Why am I watching this 2005
Why am I watching this
Watching bubble burst red screen
With ticker ticking and breaking news flashing
With the familiar faces
Doctor lawyer cop press
Podium covered in microphone maggots
30 - 31 – 32 dead
again
why do I watch this
listen on the radio
to this
again
it seems so repetitive
seems so reflective
anger rage gone amuck
the lost memories of being a goose not a duck
or is it – it must be
reflective the nature of war
what is this death
the answers always better written in blood
better with the bitter taste
better with the words in god’s name
crimson river run
run over – the cup over flowing with blood
the body and the blood
the sand is red
picked on – picked out – just to be picked on
long black clothes – long black muse
blame the antichrist superstar
blame the star fuckers
the thin rails – the waif sex symbol
blame the drugs
we now see what came from watching
from follow the leader
from lead by the example - do as I say not as I do
but you didn’t say Simon says
and we are no fools
we are only the forgotten
the tossed aside
the broken bracket on the neglected ride
and who’s that harpin’ on
about history
about god is good
about Yahweh and on and on
the miracle maker
the creator
the grand poo – bear
the master of the universe
why am I watching this
why the stats
why all the numbers
why all the same questions
it seems so repetitive
Washington Square Park
Washington square park
10-20-98
in Washington sq. park - they pass by me - as I have my plastic relations with them - I am jealous - envious - of them - at this moment - peace has bestowed her luckiness upon me - this moment is brief - so I must engulf it
I scan and scam - this area - my eyes have x - rayed their existence - what I do is impure
They can't understand me - I speak in tongues - the sun now covers them - the pigeons collide with the wind - that moves the leaf's
My shutter is endlessly open - as I rape the stillness here - I wait for the next subject - I am lonely - anything
My eyes stray back to them - how they react to each other - their speech is perfection - the hint of laughter - will erupt in act 3 - now she is shaking
The frame is vacant - the man with the dogs won't cross the path again - and the Chinese woman does not interest me - there is only a garbage can and some random newspapers - and these missed opportunities
As he now sits alone - the expression on his face is so guilty - I missed her leaving - that was the shot - this day has been filled with missed opportunities - isn't New York City so pretty
10-20-98
in Washington sq. park - they pass by me - as I have my plastic relations with them - I am jealous - envious - of them - at this moment - peace has bestowed her luckiness upon me - this moment is brief - so I must engulf it
I scan and scam - this area - my eyes have x - rayed their existence - what I do is impure
They can't understand me - I speak in tongues - the sun now covers them - the pigeons collide with the wind - that moves the leaf's
My shutter is endlessly open - as I rape the stillness here - I wait for the next subject - I am lonely - anything
My eyes stray back to them - how they react to each other - their speech is perfection - the hint of laughter - will erupt in act 3 - now she is shaking
The frame is vacant - the man with the dogs won't cross the path again - and the Chinese woman does not interest me - there is only a garbage can and some random newspapers - and these missed opportunities
As he now sits alone - the expression on his face is so guilty - I missed her leaving - that was the shot - this day has been filled with missed opportunities - isn't New York City so pretty
Walk Softly
Walk softly
Walk softly
Across dove feathered paths
Over sea shells
Made of sand
Let the bells ring
Loud though sometimes quiet
Walk softly
Oh, walk softly
Over the broken glass we lay
And across this fire
Made from our anger
Walk softly
With hard thumps
Through crisp fall leafs
On a child’s whispered dreams
Yes, walk slowly
Over these flower petals
They are my soul
Made so much of my yesterdays
It may hurt
Oh beautiful dancer
Dance flowingly
Through our hearts made of paper
Yes walk softly
But let the bells ring
Loud though sometimes quiet
Walk softly
Across dove feathered paths
Over sea shells
Made of sand
Let the bells ring
Loud though sometimes quiet
Walk softly
Oh, walk softly
Over the broken glass we lay
And across this fire
Made from our anger
Walk softly
With hard thumps
Through crisp fall leafs
On a child’s whispered dreams
Yes, walk slowly
Over these flower petals
They are my soul
Made so much of my yesterdays
It may hurt
Oh beautiful dancer
Dance flowingly
Through our hearts made of paper
Yes walk softly
But let the bells ring
Loud though sometimes quiet
Thurston I
This is a peas i wrote after seeing Thurston Moore solo at a jazz festival
Thurston I
Crash, calm
bam, boom
noise, noise
a wave
the drums were slow
then a train
behind the hollowing effect
of feed back, feed back
he stood as the conductor
of sound, and energy
of heat, and cold
the willingness of sound
the let go
it moaned and whined
like a dying youth
caught inside
then brought up like a scream
the drums pounded
rhythmically
then the guitar became the train
of sound
sweeping past you
then through you
in you, in you
kept you till the end
then the down time
with a pitter patter beat
and a wailing spiral down
caused by friction or pain
that I don’t know
Thurston I
Crash, calm
bam, boom
noise, noise
a wave
the drums were slow
then a train
behind the hollowing effect
of feed back, feed back
he stood as the conductor
of sound, and energy
of heat, and cold
the willingness of sound
the let go
it moaned and whined
like a dying youth
caught inside
then brought up like a scream
the drums pounded
rhythmically
then the guitar became the train
of sound
sweeping past you
then through you
in you, in you
kept you till the end
then the down time
with a pitter patter beat
and a wailing spiral down
caused by friction or pain
that I don’t know
Open mic - 1997
This is the first peas i wrote to be performed as spoken word
Open mic - 1997
Is this mic on
Staggering in like a three legged table
We will wobble - and we do fall down
Like swimming in a sea of sorrow
We often drown
Waiting for tomorrow
And just wanting one plus one to equal one
Are you not ready yet
Dancing on a grave mistake
It is gross what we net
And one eye open the good one closed
Lost it in a bet
And its Hip to dig it
Yeah it’s groove thing
And a should of
If I could of
But truth out weighs the haste
Does it matter
Does anything really matter
As these drums go pitter patter-pitter patter
A pattern a pattern
Does anyone else notice
Is this mic on
A 2 am munchies run
Cherry bomb swirl in - at a 2 am pull over
Act like Elvis
All stony eyed smooth out
This edginess
A surreal cartwheel into broken glass
One more hack
Another 10 w 30 joke
And another toke
I ask again is this mic on
Is there any dignity
In not being heard
In not being in a heard
Baaaaaaaa bbbaaaaaaa
Sheep fall off zone
And a radio drones off
Open mic - 1997
Is this mic on
Staggering in like a three legged table
We will wobble - and we do fall down
Like swimming in a sea of sorrow
We often drown
Waiting for tomorrow
And just wanting one plus one to equal one
Are you not ready yet
Dancing on a grave mistake
It is gross what we net
And one eye open the good one closed
Lost it in a bet
And its Hip to dig it
Yeah it’s groove thing
And a should of
If I could of
But truth out weighs the haste
Does it matter
Does anything really matter
As these drums go pitter patter-pitter patter
A pattern a pattern
Does anyone else notice
Is this mic on
A 2 am munchies run
Cherry bomb swirl in - at a 2 am pull over
Act like Elvis
All stony eyed smooth out
This edginess
A surreal cartwheel into broken glass
One more hack
Another 10 w 30 joke
And another toke
I ask again is this mic on
Is there any dignity
In not being heard
In not being in a heard
Baaaaaaaa bbbaaaaaaa
Sheep fall off zone
And a radio drones off
Idaho
Idaho 032705
Idaho – and that morning – it was the first time - for the last time – before that time - when it didn’t matter anymore
the filament – extinguished – before it’s last breath – a flutter – like those old tv sets give - when you shut ‘em off - after they’ve been on too long
how the corner of your eye – catches - the movement at the bottom of the drapes – it’s the cat playing with air
the swing - comes off the broom - dusting the floor – like in from Hank to Hendrix – mellow gold - or big band – the Duke – Count Basie - like voodoo chili gumbo
I’m chopping down this mountain with just a – stroke from this pen
Oh Idaho – the principle – idea of the equation – a quotient – a portion – that’s merely in proportion - to one’s perception
It’s all perspective – keeping it real has gone the way of the dodo – it’s keep it digital now - with pixilated plasma painted daisy’s warped – echo reverberating – in that long stone hall – where monsters crawl
Only existing if HAL – allows - all the zero’s and one’s – to randomly fall – into marching madness patterned printed walls - all these switches turning – on off idle
instant rash decisions – dependant on exacts – relying on precision – the mad dash for quick cash - and I DA HO
And you’re the ho - Cuz we sure ain’t no fuckin’ pimps – the hawks on the hill – would never see to this - sooner see us – twitch in a ditch – then get close to rich
So - sometimes I think about – packin’ up – packin’ in – and letting this all just
re-begin
maybe inch a little closer towards Mexico - drink some wine – taste salt water air – moon
But for now – I DA HO – watchin’ the cat playing with air – watchin’ the curtain dance - with despair
Idaho – and that morning – it was the first time - for the last time – before that time - when it didn’t matter anymore
the filament – extinguished – before it’s last breath – a flutter – like those old tv sets give - when you shut ‘em off - after they’ve been on too long
how the corner of your eye – catches - the movement at the bottom of the drapes – it’s the cat playing with air
the swing - comes off the broom - dusting the floor – like in from Hank to Hendrix – mellow gold - or big band – the Duke – Count Basie - like voodoo chili gumbo
I’m chopping down this mountain with just a – stroke from this pen
Oh Idaho – the principle – idea of the equation – a quotient – a portion – that’s merely in proportion - to one’s perception
It’s all perspective – keeping it real has gone the way of the dodo – it’s keep it digital now - with pixilated plasma painted daisy’s warped – echo reverberating – in that long stone hall – where monsters crawl
Only existing if HAL – allows - all the zero’s and one’s – to randomly fall – into marching madness patterned printed walls - all these switches turning – on off idle
instant rash decisions – dependant on exacts – relying on precision – the mad dash for quick cash - and I DA HO
And you’re the ho - Cuz we sure ain’t no fuckin’ pimps – the hawks on the hill – would never see to this - sooner see us – twitch in a ditch – then get close to rich
So - sometimes I think about – packin’ up – packin’ in – and letting this all just
re-begin
maybe inch a little closer towards Mexico - drink some wine – taste salt water air – moon
But for now – I DA HO – watchin’ the cat playing with air – watchin’ the curtain dance - with despair
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
I hate this rut
Just gotta get me some pot luck
Getting out of this rut
Stale pain glass window framed
Sheets covered a sin
Those I'm sleeping in
Feel like a bum with no gutter
No bottle of sauce
No up lifter
Where's my mind
On a cross plains drifter
Looking for a cause
I hate this space in time
I'd rather be a mime
Told to fuck off
By some five year olds’ mom
Feel like a paper bag
With some grease stains
Be less of a strain
If I feel in the gutter or got ripped away
I think of Romeo's heart
Worn on Juliet's sleeve
Stop here for a breath
A short reprieve
Solo whole or other part
Knife wounds feel better then me
Let's finish this at the start
And finish it off
Maybe I should watch Hello Dolly
Where's any truth
And what are the consequences
I need a car
A local bar
How about a shoulder
Going off this road
And flying
Suspended with nothing to do
And everything to lose
Get me out of this rut
Chapter 1
I hate this rut
Just gotta get me some pot luck
Getting out of this rut
Stale pain glass window framed
Sheets covered a sin
Those I'm sleeping in
Feel like a bum with no gutter
No bottle of sauce
No up lifter
Where's my mind
On a cross plains drifter
Looking for a cause
I hate this space in time
I'd rather be a mime
Told to fuck off
By some five year olds’ mom
Feel like a paper bag
With some grease stains
Be less of a strain
If I feel in the gutter or got ripped away
I think of Romeo's heart
Worn on Juliet's sleeve
Stop here for a breath
A short reprieve
Solo whole or other part
Knife wounds feel better then me
Let's finish this at the start
And finish it off
Maybe I should watch Hello Dolly
Where's any truth
And what are the consequences
I need a car
A local bar
How about a shoulder
Going off this road
And flying
Suspended with nothing to do
And everything to lose
Get me out of this rut
Chapter 1
Abstract infinite
Abstract infinite (bus stop)
7-28-98
two and four – for nothing else – it’s you I adore
a roll of this – abyss – a bliss – a battle groan – circumference zone – this rhombus – diameter – an equal square route of one – 2 – 3 – 4 (yes it’s you I adore) – all this in a sky clouds dance – a sudden romance – another missed chance – leaving me in a trance – no hesitation –no more hesitation – yes, it’s you I adore
afternoon Santa – early evening promenade – sweaty night – tears and turn – buzz of street lights burn – no phone – another rainy day melt away – watch your umbrella dance – laugh and grin – I’m stuttering again – nerves nerves – and if I were to take a chance – black jack – baccarat – 21 – mind play – emotional gun – saw you in a map crease – hidden fold – like a north pole myth – where’s Saint Nick – my innocence
and you feel like that fall wind feel – the velvet’s banana peel – is this real – “maybe so, maybe not” – the first question the first shot – all this a midnight dream – a James Brown scream – you the dew drop flower bend caress the stem – I’d rather be with you then them
early morning minutes – fade away – see you again – spring in step – quick breath – shaky nerves – sweaty palms – gotta stay calm
all this in a wrinkle of time – abstract infinite –tick tocks – tricks the mind
and there you go – leave this vacant sky – an empty balloon – a child’s fear – the bye bye – bye bye – the bye bye boom of
1 – 2 –3 – 4 yes it’s you I adore
2 – 3 – 4 yes it’s you I adore
3 – 4 yes it’s you I adore
4 yes it’s you I adore
yes it’s you I adore
1 - 2
7-28-98
two and four – for nothing else – it’s you I adore
a roll of this – abyss – a bliss – a battle groan – circumference zone – this rhombus – diameter – an equal square route of one – 2 – 3 – 4 (yes it’s you I adore) – all this in a sky clouds dance – a sudden romance – another missed chance – leaving me in a trance – no hesitation –no more hesitation – yes, it’s you I adore
afternoon Santa – early evening promenade – sweaty night – tears and turn – buzz of street lights burn – no phone – another rainy day melt away – watch your umbrella dance – laugh and grin – I’m stuttering again – nerves nerves – and if I were to take a chance – black jack – baccarat – 21 – mind play – emotional gun – saw you in a map crease – hidden fold – like a north pole myth – where’s Saint Nick – my innocence
and you feel like that fall wind feel – the velvet’s banana peel – is this real – “maybe so, maybe not” – the first question the first shot – all this a midnight dream – a James Brown scream – you the dew drop flower bend caress the stem – I’d rather be with you then them
early morning minutes – fade away – see you again – spring in step – quick breath – shaky nerves – sweaty palms – gotta stay calm
all this in a wrinkle of time – abstract infinite –tick tocks – tricks the mind
and there you go – leave this vacant sky – an empty balloon – a child’s fear – the bye bye – bye bye – the bye bye boom of
1 – 2 –3 – 4 yes it’s you I adore
2 – 3 – 4 yes it’s you I adore
3 – 4 yes it’s you I adore
4 yes it’s you I adore
yes it’s you I adore
1 - 2
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
It is Nothing – it is Everything – it is – Where is it – Whe
this is a painting i did - for the phish it festival
it's oil and 63" by 51"
Mingus
Mingus
Monk - Miles - Coltrane
Jack - Allen - Lenny - Bruce
purity never held back the truth
sex - sex - sex
I'll scream for you
blood - breath - eyes
how I need you
Morrison the American poet
left for Paris
city of love
Mon la Rouge
42nd Street decadence
discotheque dance
this a life chance
and a hush
hesitate at the breath
hold hands in the rain
watch as paper flowers disintegrate
and these color puddles ripple my face
it's a trance - under the influence of a muse
but ah
Lennon - Reed - Dylan - Yates
feel like Norman Bates
echo of the phone off its hook
endless ramblings in the book
needless speech to search and destroy
a child's smile from a new toy
and a hush
investigate these swollen eyes
and the mysteries of pi
cover up the innocence
light the fire and hide
we are all just mysteries of time
but ah fuck it
me - myself - and I
sit with head in hands
and wonder why
lost my friends
and the rhythm of a band
love - love - love
I'll die for you
contempt and guilt
wonder why I need you
Monk - Miles - Coltrane
Jack - Allen - Lenny - Bruce
purity never held back the truth
sex - sex - sex
I'll scream for you
blood - breath - eyes
how I need you
Morrison the American poet
left for Paris
city of love
Mon la Rouge
42nd Street decadence
discotheque dance
this a life chance
and a hush
hesitate at the breath
hold hands in the rain
watch as paper flowers disintegrate
and these color puddles ripple my face
it's a trance - under the influence of a muse
but ah
Lennon - Reed - Dylan - Yates
feel like Norman Bates
echo of the phone off its hook
endless ramblings in the book
needless speech to search and destroy
a child's smile from a new toy
and a hush
investigate these swollen eyes
and the mysteries of pi
cover up the innocence
light the fire and hide
we are all just mysteries of time
but ah fuck it
me - myself - and I
sit with head in hands
and wonder why
lost my friends
and the rhythm of a band
love - love - love
I'll die for you
contempt and guilt
wonder why I need you
Falling Asleep With the TV On
Falling Asleep With the TV On
It seems we’re walking parallel - in opposite directions – discussing circles in a four walled room
Coming to conclusions – jumping - straight into the ground
You know - there’s a storm brewin’ - there’s a riot bloomin’ - there’s a lot of shit going down
There are idiots in charge - and we seem content that way
Yeah - we get to watch the TV - keeping us informed - of the soap opera - live all the time - it’s like internet conduit – networking – those spiders roaming - spinning web spun secrets of denial - of revival - of oh no - don’t touch that dial - we’ll be back after these messages
It’s endless surfin’ - in the dark - no beach - no wave - no sea gules - no sun burn - no tan line - no sand castle - no thongs - no sun block - no cooler - no radio on - no umbrella - no sail breaking sky line - no ripples - no nipples - no volley ball - no football - no Frisbee - no easy feelin’ luxury
Just the cold - just the aloneness - just the remote control and me
Watching the confusion unfold
It’s always like what Leonard said
“Everybody knows the boat is leaking - everybody knows the captain lied”
Yet they look so blankly - programmed to say nothing - in as many words as possible - their eyes crossed - their T’s dotted - got to pause
And
give commercials their time allotted - and come back and say the same thing again - and come back and say the same thing again - and come back and say the same thing again
It seems we’re walking parallel - in opposite directions – discussing circles in a four walled room
Coming to conclusions – jumping - straight into the ground
You know - there’s a storm brewin’ - there’s a riot bloomin’ - there’s a lot of shit going down
There are idiots in charge - and we seem content that way
Yeah - we get to watch the TV - keeping us informed - of the soap opera - live all the time - it’s like internet conduit – networking – those spiders roaming - spinning web spun secrets of denial - of revival - of oh no - don’t touch that dial - we’ll be back after these messages
It’s endless surfin’ - in the dark - no beach - no wave - no sea gules - no sun burn - no tan line - no sand castle - no thongs - no sun block - no cooler - no radio on - no umbrella - no sail breaking sky line - no ripples - no nipples - no volley ball - no football - no Frisbee - no easy feelin’ luxury
Just the cold - just the aloneness - just the remote control and me
Watching the confusion unfold
It’s always like what Leonard said
“Everybody knows the boat is leaking - everybody knows the captain lied”
Yet they look so blankly - programmed to say nothing - in as many words as possible - their eyes crossed - their T’s dotted - got to pause
And
give commercials their time allotted - and come back and say the same thing again - and come back and say the same thing again - and come back and say the same thing again
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