What if this sunlight never ends

And we burn up with all our friends 

just a pile of cinders and burnt ends

Would you love me if I wore this mask, 

until the cracks formed and I died at last

with a rictus smile and eyes coal black. 

I'd love you still as firefly 

catch you in a jar, kept alive 

you'd die by early august late july

When  the bathtub drains
Does the plug feel abandoned
All alone in the tub?
Water gurgling glub glub glub

I've never been in love
With a lady who wants
Flowers, or poems or songs.

I've only ever loved
Ladies who didn't want to love


Hand me that whiskey,
I'll go and join the plug
Glub glub glub.

Wear Your Big Head Phones

When everything is crumbling around me
When my life is dying on the tree,
And my friends are all off in the woods
Hand in hand with the mates they've found,

I'll be on my floor, with my big head phones,
Old Records and a glass of whiskey
Thank you Henry Mancini for everything,
I've got your love letters, tucked under my arm,

I don't need to read them anymore,
because the songs are drowning out,
Everything i ever felt, and the whiskey,
Is shutting my eyelids a little bit lower,

And the smile is coming on brighter,
Just to edge out the frown.
Nothing can ever go wrong,
When you've got your big Head phones on

There's A Sand Dune Crying Somewhere

If I am made of a million pieces,
Why did they ever vote to become this
Grotesque shape of hair and phlegmatic coughs
Cigarette wheezes and bile spouts

Oh come rain fire down on me Heaven
Let me know you're there,
I'll be fine if you close the gates

I've never gotten anywhere on time.
And I never will,
Someday in the ancient past an old woman
Cursed me and my reincarnations
to never get where we're going

I'll die on this wheel until it is broken
Spinning forever in my karma grave.
Someday I'll become something that cannot die.

A sand dune in the desert of humanity.

What did we learn out here
Out here in the dark
With the dust falling
On our shoulders

What did we pick up
From the ground
Cracked and ruined

I'm ready for some water
I'm ready for this winter
To bury me in snow

Up to my hips,
Up to my lips.
I'm ready to go.

100009

Of course of course of course of course,
I knew this might happen.

I'm jealous already, and we haven't even started.
I'm jealous of the man behind you in the green coat,

and you and I have barely touched hands,
Haven't even looked each other in the eyes yet.

How can I be so jealous when you aren't mine
Anyway I wouldn't want you to be.

I'm so tired of my jealousy,
It rips my insides out.

Stomach bile dripping down my pelvis.

What a lovely little petticoat you wear.
And I rather like what you've done with your hair.

Your teeth are so sparkling white.
If I ask, do you think tonight?

Well it isn't that special of a thing to ask a girl dancing and the moon isn't right and the stars aren't aligned but heaven knows those things are just a waste of our time an excuse to dill dally and force ourselves to wait for a moment that never comes like the trains out on the plain whistling to each other in the distance, the great prairie whales, so I'll take the bus, and try not to make such a fuss over lace and enamel and ribbons tied tight,